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jae-daddy · 3 years ago

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Duff (9)

im jaebum au series

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pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, smurt, cheating plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your best friend, Heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception, but as time does on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows a/n: a short one, because I really truly hated where I had left the story last time. it was not it, but I like this. it’s better than the alternative I guess. also, I am writing all of it before publishing it so <3 hope yall like it <3

You don’t know what came first; the guilt, embarrassment or hurt.

But you knew yourself well, and you knew guilt didn’t touch your heart until later that night when you were lying in bed. As you stared up at the ceiling, thinking about that him, for the first time guilt laid its icy fingertips on you.

The first thing you felt was hurt. Hurt that clawed at your heart, and made your soul whimper. Hurt that cut through you entirely as you remained in his arms, watching his face.

“Yes,” he had said, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Yes,” you replied, breathing him in as you leaned closer to him.

You saw his lips draw into a straight line as he pulled away and said,��“No.”

“Oh,” was all you said moving away from him.

A simple sound, not even a word to express the pain that seared through you at his words.

No.

He didn’t want you.

Im Jaebum didn’t want you.

You were in his arms, your skirt drawn up to your hips as you sat on his lap. In a single breath, he changed the moment completely, and you were no longer burning in passion, but in agony. Agony of not being desired by this man, not being wanted by him, when you yearned for him. When you were begging for his lips to touch any part of you, he had turned away.

And then came the embarrassment blazing through the darkness of lust, and it hurt. It stabbed you everywhere till you were shivering in sudden coldness. You were so embarrassed, so ashamed. You had- you had done... all of that, and all he said was ‘no.’

It wasn’t the rejection that the embarrassment stemmed from. It was because you had tried, because you thought it would happen, because you thought he wanted you. Because you had offered yourself to him, and all he said to express his repugnance was a simple ‘no.’

You climbed off him and walked out the office. Your face was on fire from the shame as you straightened your skirt. You chuckled to yourself thinking a walk of shame was better then trying to hook up with your boss only to be rejected.

You finished work that day, and the next, like nothing was amiss. As if that moment didn’t happen. As if every time you saw him, you weren’t reminded that he didn’t want you.

Im Jaebum didn’t want you.

It shouldn’t hurt that bad, especially since you almost swore you hated him with your heart. But it did, it hurt truly terribly badly, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t even feel sorry for yourself long enough too. Because as soon as the hurt and shame went away, and you looked up at your dark ceiling, you remembered her face.

You remembered the way she had held your hand whenever you were scared. How she would give you that look every time she took your hand giving her courage. Her love, her kindness, her friendship, her.

How for the first time since you’ve known her... for the first time, it seemed as if Heather truly liked someone and you...

You didn’t feel sorry for yourself, or your heart that ached. You weren’t sure if the ache was because of the rejection or from the thought of loosing your best friend. But you didn’t feel sorry because what happened was your fault.

“Thanks for the files, y/n,” Jaebum looked up from his desk. For the first time, he was seated in the big boss seat without any reason. You smiled and nodded, before turning to leave, like nothing was amiss. As if that afternoon had never happened, as if you had never crossed that line.

You were almost out the door when he said, “Have a good weekend.”

Your fingers turned white on the handle, but you nevertheless you turned around and gave him a bright smile, “You too, Mr Im.”

Heather pouted as she sat next to you, before pulling you into a big bear hug.

“It’s so nice to have my best friend back,” she sang, happily, hugging you tighter.

You gave her small smile as you leaned into her, petting her arm, “It’s nice to be back.”

“Gosh, I’m so glad you’re done with that internship,” she huffed over the loud music of the club.

You only nodded as you took a sip of your drink, “I still have three weeks left, Heather.”

“Three weeks pass by like nothing,” she shook her head. She turned to you with a bright smile, “Remember Bali? Maybe now that you’re going to be more free, maybe we can...”

She gave you a huge grin, quizzically raising her brows up and down to the music. Before she began bopping her head like a dork to the beat, “What do you say, y/n?”

I’m sorry.

“Whatever you want,” you smiled at her, and she exclaimed in joy.

“Mr Park Jinyoung is now officially the CEO of Spring Industries, and has sent forward a report and plan for their proposal,” You looked up to see Jaebum opening his mouth, but you cut him off knowing his question. “The file is already on your desks, and I have included a summary report from myself and Mr Paul.”

You had a month and a bit to think about what had happened. In the beginning, you had blamed yourself. It was foolish of you to put yourself out there for him, but the more you thought about the angrier you got.

It wasn’t all in your head. Im Jaebum did flirt with you.

He gave you all the signals, all the green lights, and the arrows leading you to him. He basically had made a pathway for you to follow into his arms, and after all that he said no?

No.

No, it wasn’t your fault for putting yourself out there for him. You had done it because you thought... you felt that he too... but who knows, Im Jaebum was friendly with everyone.

But he did tell others his wish was to kiss them?

Did he ever follow anyone to the rooftop of a club and call himself a fool for letting them go?

Did he talk to everyone about his mother?

Did he smile like that at everyone? Look at them like that? Touch them with the faintest touch of his fingertips?

But you should’ve known better.

These rich guys never go for girls like you.

You don’t have any money, any wealth, nothing to offer them to make their status go up. You weren’t even pretty enough to be a trophy wife. You were just a girl they could play with behind closed doors.

But for Jaebum, you weren’t even worth that.

“Spring Industries is having a party on Thursday to announce Park Jinyoung as their new appointed CEO. They have requested your presence to show the companies are friendly--,” you once again looked up from your iPad, to find Jaebum staring at you intently. You ignored his gaze, and the rage that fumed inside you, “It’s most likely a political publicity stunt, but I would recommend you do go to the party, as it will be beneficial for you both-”

“What am I going to do about you?”

“Excuse me?” You gasped, taken aback.

Jaebum chuckled, humourlessly. His lips twisted into a smirk, and you realised you hadn’t seen him smile or laugh in a really long time. You tried to shove the pain shooting towards your heart away, but a pang still rang through you as you saw his sad smile.

“How am I going to do this all without you?” He clarified himself. You stammered unable to think of something to say. Jaebum let out a sigh, “Come to the party with me.”

“I’m afraid that’s-”

Jaebum interrupted you, making you frown.

“Your last assignment as my secretary, Miss y/n,” Jaebum tilted his head to the side, smiling slightly as he said, “Come with me.”

No.

“What about Heather?”

“I can’t go to formal gatherings with her without others assuming it's a political play,” Jaebum answered, before shrugging, “It’s too early for that step anyway.”

Too early? They have been dating for months now, and Heather was head over heels for him, and he is saying it’s too early.

“I-”

“Please, y/n,” Jaebum’s dark eyes bore into yours, and you held your breath. “One last time.”

"Alright,” you sighed, defeated.

“Thanks.”

Thanks, love, the ghost of his past self whispered.

You swallowed the bitterness, before looking down at your iPad once again.

“Mr Henry and Mark are...” you continued on as if nothing was wrong.

Because nothing was wrong.

Everything was right.

You were about to end this dreadful internship, and come out debt free.

Heather was in love with her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend didn’t fuck her best friend.

And your best friend was still your best friend.

Everything was just right, but everything felt so wrong.

You were leaning against the rich white leather sofa and Heather’s shoulders. Your eyes were closed, as you tried not to break down in front of your best friend.

You knew Jaebum wasn’t going to be here tonight. It was Friday night and he had a company dinner with the upper shareholders today. So, tonight you decided to sleep over at Heather’s house.

Just like every moment you spent with her now, you wanted to burst out into tears and tell her everything. Tell her how you fell for him and his teasing words. How you didn’t mean to but you started to like him, how your heart ached every time you saw him. How terrible you felt every time you saw Heather smile at you like that, knowing that you were so close to ruining everything.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Heather asked, her soft hands wiping the tears that fell onto your cheeks.

You shook your head and moved away from her shoulder. You leaned into the corner of your sofa, and tried to hold in the tears. But you couldn’t.

Your chin began to shake as more tears fell from your eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey, y/n,” Heather moved towards you quickly. “What’s wrong, babe? You can tell me anything.”

You shook your head, you couldn’t tell her this. You couldn’t tell her this. You couldn’t lose her.

“I’m sorry, Heather,” you whispered into her tank top as she pulled your shaking body into her.

“Shhh,” she hushed, brushing your hair, trying to calm your sobbing body, “It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s only to be okay. I’m here for you, I’m always going to be here for you. Okay?”

You bit your lip as you cried harder. You managed a meek okay through your tears.

After you had calmed down a bit, you leaned back and looked at your best friend. Her eyes were glistening with concern, and a few stray tears running down her face too from seeing you cry.

You couldn't hide it from her, she was your other half. You had to tell her, but all you could manage was, “I love him, Heather.”

I love Im Jaebum.

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thepumpkinthingart · 4 years ago

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You seem like the best source to ask. What are good/ your favtotie Msummers fics?

Bold of you too assume I have good taste-

But ah-I am a frequent digger through the Mcsummers/Halex. Starved for content, pleading for angst, fluff, and just- Alex being a good bf to beasty. I got quite a few. I’ll break this up sfw or nsfw and shall tag the author if they have a tumblr! Please, Please, PLEASE go support the authors and look into their other content. <3

For the sake of clarity I am gonna keep this to Mcsummers focused fics. There is plenty more I enjoy that have Mcsummers and Cherik, or Scott/Logan, etc. If you need more to read feel free to private message me, I am happy to link you to some of these as well.

SFW

“Black Coffee on Fabric” by @crystallized-iron

This one is a short read but it’s super adorable. Poor Hank a bundle of nerves who just wants to cute blond coffee shop worker and just- doesn’t quite stick the landing

“Supersonic” by @silverxsakura

My heart, my weak little heart. Disgustingly sappy fluffy and it’s wonderful. In summary without giving too much away- Alex is dumb like always and has a hard time dealing with his feelings for Hank so like the himbo one we all know- bullies him.

“Animal Transformation” by @eleonorebirk

Short but absolutely adorable. Alex is transformed temporarily into a cat- and his affections from a certain bozo are hard to hide when you happily want to be pet by the guy.

“You left us behind” by @parkshan820

Can I just say parkshan does a lot of amazing Mcsummers work? Seriously at some point I will go down the list and put as many as I can in here. This is a angsty as hell slow burn and it’s the best kind of torture. Also I like to personally thank parkshan for a Alpha/Beta/Omega Mcsummers. A/b/o dynamics written well is one of my favorite things and I think this may be the only Mcsummers one- if not someone link me PLZ. I just- I don’t want to spoil anything, go read it and then cry with me.

“The Magnificent McCoy” by @ag3nt-a

Once again someone else that does a lot of amazing Mcsummers work! Again will have to work down the list and put in some more. All the science puns omg, I love Alex is just as a dorky as Hank and it’s great. Also anything that touches on the fact Alex having some of that intelligence from the comics and the geophysics is perfect.

“Breathe” by @ag3nt-a

Hey look it’s my request! Has it really been 3 years? Weird to think I wasn’t even a adult then. Now I pay taxes and stress over bills. I had a old tumblr by the name of zombiemutt-trash-center, It was a mess and now I am here. 3 years later- doing the same bullshit. ANYWAYS, I do really love this fic. Alex having to calm Hank down and be sweet is always great, but Hank having to help Alex deal with PTSD is perfect. Based on how Alex lost his parents in the comics.

NSFW

“Fighting Acceptance” By @heeroluva

Let me tell you this a fic I constantly go back too. I am a sap for Alex being a caring and supportive bf, but of course still a teasing jerk. All in the name of love. Heeroluva writes that dynamic really nicely, Alex doing his best to be supportive and trying to get Hank to realize he isn’t any different as the Beast. But also is impulsive and well a dumbass. Also of course it’s nsfw and spicy as hell. 10/10 would recommend.

“Who knew books could be hot?” By @ag3nt-a

Just Hank and Alex are horny dorks, who need better guidance in figuring out their feelings. Also Hank is also now a fanfic writer and it just made me want to read fanfics written by a Hank McCoy. Also- it’s really cute seeing Alex being apologetic not just cause attraction, but because he genuinely felt bad. Spice is nice- but like sappy “I’m sorry I was a asshole to you” is god tier—- and then spice later.

“Taste of What Could Have Been” by @atomicrebelomega

Also won’t be the first time you see Atomicrebeloomega! Also-, man fuck apocalypse. So my favorite Alex summers is apocalypse Alex. Aka Suburban Dad Alex summers- I love Alex from first class obviously. But worn out Alex who has calmed on the temper bit and more of a teasing asshole with a stupid grin. So any content with older Alex is much appreciated from me. Alex being the same dumbass at 31 as he was at 16 about his feelings is great. Warning this ends with the apocalypse ending.

“Flicker” by @trojieface

This one is a Apocalypse fix-it. One again grown ass Alex still dumb when it comes to feelings and it’s still great. This is more a nsfw without plot but teeth edition.

“Friendly fire still burns” by 1001cranes

This is a high school/modern Au, Where Hank is president of the NHS and Alex is the football captain. Angst, Fluff and smutt ensue, and it’s great.

“Grooming” by Wangler

So- the idea of Alex helping Hank brush out his fur after he takes a shower is adorable and precious and definitely a head cannon I hold to my heart. I mean- It’s not meant to be adorable in this fic, but leave it to me to make fluff. Also let it be known I enjoy more animalistic Hank, growls, teeth, claws, instincts and all. Alex is a furry what can I say. This one fills my need on those tendencies.

“The Side Project” By @bellsyblue

A more playfully teasing Alex and a Hank who is terrified to break him in half. Once again I love fics that play into more of Hank’s beast mutations like his strength and Alex being more then happy to take all that comes with that.

“Sweater Weather” by emperors_girl

Omg It’s so cheesy and adorable, and I love big brother Alex to Scott. Omg Alex collecting the fur and first thought was “dam this be a nice sweater” is great. Stupid cute and Hank is so done by the end of this.

“Matched” by @ag3nt-a

Big brother Alex and suburban dad looking fool with a stupid grin and awful sappy flirting? Yes please- My favorite kind of dumbass level. A getting together story about two dumb mutants meeting online. Also supportive friend Raven is best Raven. This does have Mpreg and fan kids in it, I personally enjoy these things but I know not everyone does. But as someone who has my own dumb Mcsummers children, I love to see it.

“Power of Persuasion” By @atomicrebelomega

Alex and Angel are friends and it’s great. Basically pure smut but we love to see it. Also Alex has the confidence to wear a stripper outfit and once again- it’s great.

I think this is a good starting point! Honestly I threw this together from my AO3 bookmarks- There is so many more I want to put in here. Ugh, so many good authors. I like writing, but it’s not my strong point. I enjoy drawing these nerds a lot more anyways. But I do have prompts for god dam days if anyone wants them. My free time is spent wondering all the shenanigans these dorks could get into.

If there is a author I didn’t tag but you know they have a account please message me!! I want to link back to the authors, they deserve credit.

#alex summers #hank mccoy #xmen #alexander summers #beast #xmen apocalypse #mcsummers #xmen halex #henry mccoy #havoc #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #all these authors deserve so much praise #you’re doing amazing sweetie

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antialiasis · 3 years ago

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Worldbuilding June (Pokémon edition), Days 8-12

Whoops forgot to post these for a couple of days, too busy with a load of Things as always.

8. Who rules in your world?

TQftL never brings up government, but each region has its own human government, generally just standard representative democracies similar to what we have in the modern world. Ouen has an elected parliament and president. It's a fairly utopian world with little scarcity and politics play kind of a background role - they keep things running, they have some different parties, but there's low polarization and usually they work pretty smoothly together and have little conflict. The situation in other regions is similar - movement is very free and conflict between them is rare and minor in the grand scheme of things.

QftLverse Pokémon, once again, have their own societies and are not subject to human rule except in a limited way while they're with a trainer, as per the Agreement, an all-encompassing contract dictating how the relationship between humans and Pokémon should work. Different Pokémon species govern themselves differently, but their societies are generally based on smaller self-governing groups. The Scyther society has a single leader, who is meant to be the simply strongest in the swarm, and anyone can challenge them to a duel to the death to take their place at any time.

The Morphicverse is once again close to Earth, with different countries having different modes of government. The Poké-USA's politicical climate resembles the actual USA's political climate in ~2007, but if I ever wrote references to the current president I wouldn't make him an outright Bush expy or anything, beyond being from the conservative one of the two highly polarized parties.

9. What religions and myths/legends exist in your world?

The QftLverse's human society is basically post-religious. Legendary Pokémon are revered, but not worshipped - people don't pray to them, ascribe natural phenomena to them, expect them to watch over them personally, perform symbolic rituals associated with them, etc. That said, humans do have myths concerning them - not always accurate ones. The story describes the human myth behind one set of legendaries early on before the reality much later turns out to have been fairly different, for instance.

QftLverse Pokémon have their own myths, legends, religions and beliefs. The Scyther society explored in the spin-offs has a bit of a vague mythology going on explaining the sun, moon, stars and clouds, but it's not very important to them, more of a just-so story. Meanwhile, they live by a system of ethics known as the Code that they consider sacred and all-important, though it doesn't have a godly figure behind it as the source of it, only a philosophy. Other Pokémon might variously have straight-up religion (whether worshipping legendary Pokémon or something else), be entirely areligious, or something in between; most will have myths and legends in some form, though.

The Morphicverse has a form of Christianity, which is functionally a lot like ours; this also means they had a version of Judaism. Other specific religions don't come up, but they'd at the very least be as varied as real-world religions. Like in real life, there are many sects and variants, and as many individual interpretations of faiths as there are people. The villain cult in particular has fringe views that in no way resemble the mainstream. And like in real life, many people nominally believe but don't really practice their religion, and many are agnostic or atheist.

Legendary Pokémon in the Morphicverse are cryptids - there are myths and legends about them, and people think they're neat, write fiction and make movies about them all the time, but in the modern day, actually-for-real believing that they exist out there ranges from mildly eccentric to entirely unthinkable. Worship of legendary Pokémon exists, but in the way that modern neo-Paganism does. It's not remotely mainstream, generally seen as a weird hippie thing, and the notion of Arceus appearing in the flesh one day and declaring he created the universe is about as fantastical to most people as the notion of the Norse pantheon doing the same in our world.

10. What traditions are observed in your world?

QftLverse human traditions are mostly just secular holidays - commemorations of important days in the region's history, etc. It's tradition for most children to go out on a Pokémon journey the spring after they turn ten years old, and participate in a First-Timers' League in the autumn if they manage to stick it out for the whole journey and collect all the badges - there are kids who don't, but it's rare for them to not want to, and other kids may see them as no fun.

Every year in Green Town, there is a Pokémon Festival originally built around the legendary Pokémon Chaletwo's yearly brief visit to the outskirts of the city (which may or may not be ditched in the next revision); it hosts a number of Pokémon-themed events over several days. One of them is a starter Pokémon giveaway, where most kids go to get official starter Pokémon, who have specifically volunteered and been trained to work with beginning trainers - though many kids have had Pokémon as pets/partners since they were young and journey with them instead, or their parents otherwise get them a Pokémon who's up for a beginning trainer. (Many Pokémon kind of like the idea of journeying with a beginning trainer, in the way that many people like the idea of getting a kitten rather than an adult cat - just something special about having been with them from the start. Though getting a starter who's actually been trained to deal with kids is recommended over just finding any random enthusiastic Pokémon.)

Pokémon have all kinds of different traditions. The Scyther society as explored in the spin-offs has a number of traditions and rituals, including a sort of blood baptism of new hatchlings, the leader of the swarm teaching all the adolescent Scyther about the Code, and First Prey, where each of the adolescents is sent out to hunt prey on their own for the first time, with a male and female witness following, so they can prove their ability to kill and to feed themselves. Afterwards, they're expected to publicly offer a symbolic piece of the meat of their first prey to some members of the swarm, and doing so signals respect; you don't technically have to, but in practice everyone always offers it to the leader and not doing so would be taken as outright disrespect.

The Morphicverse is once again culturally similar to the real world and has mostly similar sorts of traditions. Pokémon training is less culturally ingrained there, but still a very common hobby for kids.

11. What are some ways people communicate with pokémon in your world, or pokémon with each other?

In the QftLverse, humans learn to understand Pokémon speech as a mandatory subject at school. Pokémon inherently understand human speech, but they speak anime-style, usually in syllables of their species' name (which is what the species are named after). They share one language, which is not based on exactly what the syllables are but the tone and the way they're combined, hence why it works regardless of the species.

In the current version of the fic, this is pure handwave worldbuilding: it's established that it happens at school at the beginning, and then we just move on to the story, where every human simply understands what Pokémon are saying at all times. In the next revision I'd give a bit more proper worldbuilding attention to it - let the language barrier be a little more present, humans vary in exactly how good they are at it (luckily it's already the main character's best subject at school), and otherwise treat it less like it's just an excuse to act like Pokémon speak English.

In the Morphicverse, Pokémon do communicate but they don't do complex communication - instead, it's closer to the sort of communication most animals do in the real world. They can express how they're feeling, draw attention to something interesting, sound the alarm about something scary, ask another Pokémon to follow, and can do this in a somewhat more efficient and intelligent way than most animals generally do. But one way or another, they don't communicate complicated abstract ideas, neither to humans nor to one another. Pokémon don't automatically understand human speech here, though they're very quick learners when it comes to commands, and they can pick up a fair amount just by being around humans, allowing them to get the gist of basic statements and requests without being explicitly taught them, though anything abstract would still be entirely lost on them. You could tell a Pokémon you've lived with for years "I lost my hat, can you help me find it" and they'll go look for your hat, but they'd be lost if you tried to ask them for anything much more complicated than that.

12. What is the gym circuit or adventuring organization like in your world?

In the QftLverse, gyms are meant to be taken on in a specific order and gym leaders are accordingly expected to keep their Pokémon below a certain level. To be officially sanctioned by the League, a gym needs to have a theme - usually a type, although Rick got away with a legendary theme because he gets away with everything because he is hypnotizing League officials with his Mewtwo super-clone I was twelve years old. Every year there's a First-Timers' League in the autumn in each region, where new trainers who have collected all eight badges of their region face off (except for the bit where I somehow made a guy who'd been training for years be part of it without thinking about it properly). There's also a global Old-Timers' League for more experienced trainers, which crowns a world champion; this doesn't involve badges and is just a tournament. Trainers are advised to stick to official routes, while Pokémon who want a trainer seek out the routes and others avoid them; going off-route has the potential to lead to run-ins with Pokémon who are more hostile to humans. It's not forbidden but it's drilled into kids' heads that you're not supposed to.

The Morphicverse's gym circuit is not too dissimilar to that, but gym leaders are expected to carry a variety of Pokémon teams to take on challengers of different skill levels, who can take on the gyms of their circuit in any order. Kid trainers are strictly meant to travel only along official routes, which are thoroughly monitored to be safe, and often take public trainer transportation; when they're eighteen they can get an adult trainer license with which they can take their Pokémon anywhere they like, at their own risk. Mostly kids do it as a hobby, and many young children dream of being professional trainers, but only a fraction are actually good enough to make money off it, so most either quit it after a few summers on realizing it's not for them (they might release their Pokémon or keep them as pets, depending on how high-maintenance they are), or continue to do it as a side hobby. There exist college-level training schools for those who really want to dedicate their lives to it, but by that point in time most people will have dropped their pro trainer dreams.

#tqftl #morphic #worldbuilding june #pokemon

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cringeyvanillamilk · 4 years ago

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Luck, Magna, Zora and Henry for the Modern AU?

I’m sorry to finish your request so late! This was the first time I was asked to draw more than one character for the Modern AU so I took longer than expected! Thank you for requesting in the first place though! <3

Luck Voltia

Got into Clover Academy through recommendation from Yami (He’s very generous with these-)

Almost got expelled from getting into a lot of fights but Yami vouched for him

Possible major: Undecided

Was forced to work for Black Bull’s cafe to stay out of trouble and work on his behavior

Loves watching MMA fights in his free time

Fashion: Would definitely lean more towards sporty clothes just in case he needs to be… active. Generally prefers loose clothes so that he can freely beat people up with no trouble. And because he likes loose clothes, he looks more youthful and small which makes him an easy target for bullies or thugs to pick on him. Luck is very aware of this fact and takes full advantage of his small image to fight others as an excuse. Overall, he’s very thoughtful with his fashion choice.

Luck and his mother grew up in the rough part of town where there are a lot of gang wars and crimes in their area. His mother works three jobs to pay for rent, electricity, and water while Luck attends school. Because of how busy his mother was, Luck didn’t have much guidance as a child and would get into a lot of fights. He had to transfer schools multiple times which caused his mother to be very upset with him and strain their relationship. Later on, he found a way to earn money through fighting and participated in an underground fighting competition with a large amount of cash being the reward. After bringing home the prize money, his mother heavily supported him to fight more so that they could live a better life. When his mother suddenly passed away, he maintained this mentality of fighting for his mother no matter the context which made him a very violent person. This mentality continued for a while until he met Yami and Magna. He was placed in the cafe to better himself a person and now works happily as an employee.

Random Fact: Luck became friends with Manga when he witnessed him beating up a bunch of guys with a baseball bat when they were about to trash his motorcycle. Luck was very charmed with this side of Magna and would do whatever he can to bring that violent side of him out again. He even tried to steal Magna’s motorcycle which had Magna hunt him down for an entire day before Yami told Magna to not kill Luck or else he’ll kill him instead. Luck finds it most thrilling to make Magna angry.

Magna Swing

Got into Clover Academy through recommendation from Yami (There he goes again!)

Currently acts as the Black Bull’s cafe’s mascot and wears the bull suit to bring in more customers

Possible major: Undecided

Currently in the Clover Academy’s baseball team as their best batter.

Likes cruising around town in his motorcycle late at night

Fashion: Magna always loved dark and “cool” fashion. He loves wearing leather jackets, dark pants, combat boots, and his signature cool shades. He also loves having skull symbols on his clothes to look more menacing and tough. He has all the “cool” accessories you could think of-- studded belts, studded bracelets, spiked bracelets, skull rings, crosses, and much, much more. While people think he looks like a lame delinquent, Magna thinks he’s the pinnacle of all things tough. Magna prefers dark colors than light colors and overall looks like your everyday punk.

His biological parents are currently unknown but he was taken in by Seihi at a very young age. Magna practically saw Seihi as his father and helped him run his motor shop as his helper throughout his childhood. When Magna got older, however, he became very rebellious and started leaving his responsibilities at the motor shop to cause trouble around town. This change in behavior made his relationship with Seihi very rocky which led to Magna acting out even more. One day, Magna found himself in deep trouble with a group of delinquents and almost got beaten to death in an alleyway until Seihi, along with his motor shop workers, came in to save Magna. After being cared for and scolded by Seihi, Magna made a promise to Seihi and himself to change as a better man. Seihi saw Magna’s resolve and had him work under Yami at his cafe as a fresh start. Through Yami, he got into Clover Academy and now works at Black Bull’s cafe as a loyal employee. While he isn’t sure what he wanted to do in the future, he is fine with working under Yami for the rest of his life.

Random Fact: He got his first motorcycle from Seihi as a reward for getting into Clover Academy and changing his life for the better. After getting his license, he always rides his motorcycle to school and work. Magna became so attached to his motorcycle that anybody who dared scratch his bike would receive a violent reaction from him. One time he caught someone attempting to steal his bike, Magna chased them across town with a baseball bat.

Zora Ideale

Has a secret life as a vigilante under the alias “Ash Trap”

Has a bug collection, specifically favors rainbow stink bugs for future pranks

Current Job: Varies --> Black Bull’s cafe Employee

He is great at hacking which comes in handy when he wants to hack into corrupted corporations or expose corrupted figures

He likes pranking his customers which ends up giving Black Bull’s cafe a lot of negative reviews

Fashion: Zora’s casual wear consists of black, dark black, and light black. He generally likes wearing leather, combat boots, fishnets, and chains. His fashion is seen as BDSM inspired but in actuality, he’s wearing clothes he knows his father would think he’d look cool in. At other times, he generally tones it down with a simple black jacket and crop top (like the one above). Fun fact, Zora doesn’t own any regular t-shirts and only has crop tops in his closet. Zora also wears his face mask with his outfits due to it being a gift from his father. Overall, his fashion looks either punk or kinky.

Zora’s father, Zara, was a police officer who heavily believed in justice and fighting for the good of the people. After hearing a lot of stories of his father helping many citizens, Zora idolized his father and wanted to become a friendly police officer just like him. However, everything changed when Zara came across corruption within the police force as well as finding out shady activities between the police and prominent politicians and businessmen. Zara then died in an “accident” when he tried to speak out about it, leaving Zora alone at a young age. After being taken in by a relative, it became Zora’s life goal to avenge his father and take the law into his own hands. This led Zora to create his vigilante identity, Ash Trap, to spread the truth about corrupted figures and companies. In his normal citizen life, he previously worked at a lot of different jobs but later on settled with working only at Black Bull’s cafe.

Random Fact: Zora still has the doll his father made him as a child. He usually hides it inside his closet where no one can find it. Whenever he has a tough day or wants to remember his father, he usually takes the doll out and lays it next to him in bed as he recounted the happy childhood memories he had with his father. He would rather die than let anybody find out about this.

Henry Legolant

Has a chronic illness that left him bed ridden for a long period of time

Enjoys listening into conversations at the Black Bull’s cafe

Current Job: Landlord

Has a Lego collection and likes creating different models in his free time

Has a lot of pet birds in his room to make him feel less lonely when everyone goes back home after work

Fashion: Henry is usually seen with pajamas and fuzzy bird slippers since he never leaves the building. If he does dress up, he would wear a loose collar shirt and slacks. Henry also likes wearing stripe clothing. Overall, Henry prefers simple and comfortable.

The Legolant family are very rich landowners who happened to own a small part of the city where Henry currently resides. Henry has been medically cared for by his parents throughout his entire life until they decided to buy a building for him to own and live there by himself. His parents were tired of taking care of his health and waited until he was an adult so that they wouldn't be responsible for him anymore. They thought him being a landlord would make his life worth something, but didn’t care enough to visit Henry after they left him with the building. Henry began losing hope when his parents didn’t visit him anymore until Yami came in (literally just walked inside his room) to ask for permission to use his building for his cafe. Henry agreed and gave the bottom floor of his building for Yami to use for his business. Henry’s health started to improve a lot when he befriended a lot of the Black Bulls and gained enough energy to roam around the cafe.

Random Fact: As a way to bring customers to his cafe, Yami spread stories that his cafe is haunted by a creepy ghost and had Henry to act like one (didn’t take much to act the part). Initially, Yami didn’t tell his employees that Henry was actually the landlord so that their reactions were more believable and people would become more interested in visiting his cafe. After everyone found out about Henry being a regular man, they quickly befriended him but kept up the lie that he was a ghost of the cafe to their customers. Henry would groan loudly and creepily walk in and out of the cafe as his role as the Black Bull’s ghost.

#black clover #luck voltia #magna swing #zora ideale #henry legolant #modern au #my art #I'M FINALLY DONE~!!#MAN THAT TOOK A LONG TIME!#I can finally s l e e p #I hope you like it~!

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 4 years ago

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But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 10: Premonitions]

Several weeks and depressive episodes later...I’m BACK! 😃

And guess what: we’re officially approximately halfway done with BYCNL! (There will probably be nineteen chapters total.)

The Queen/BoRhap fandom is feeling extra quiet lately, so if you’re still out there I’d LOVE it if you dropped me a comment/message/etc to let me know! I appreciate you all so much and hope you are finding things that bring you happiness, fulfillment, and peace. 💜

Chapter summary: Roger makes a purchase, Freddie makes a friend, Y/N makes an unsettling discovery, John makes a bewildering request.

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, babies (but not your babies...or are they?!).

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“Roger, this is too much.” Your sandals click on the marble tile floor, a sandy gold like the beaches of Ostia. You peer up at the winding staircase, the Tudor-style diamond windows, the chandelier dripping with crystals. “This is way, way, way too much.”

“There’s no such thing as too much,” he parries merrily. “And look!” He pulls back an armful of sheer white curtains that had obscured the backyard. “The pool has a slide!”

You smile because you have to; he’s so elated, so young. “Roger, baby, unless you’re planning to acquire a literal harem of women we will never have a use for six bedrooms.”

“Sure we will!” He counts on his rugged fingers. “There’s one for us, and one can be the guest bedroom for when my mother or your parents visit, and then there’s one for if Chrissie ever wises up and leaves that wanker Brian and requires a place to stay between husbands, and one for when John needs an escape from that mind-numbing domestic purgatory of his, and one for Freddie’s overflow cats...” Roger trails off. He’s lost track.

“That still leaves one unnecessary bedroom.”

He grins. “One for Roger Junior.”

“Oh my god.”

“It’s a wonderful home for children,” the real estate agent chimes, flitting around rearranging pillows and dusting off tabletops. “Plenty of space to spread out in, lots of bedrooms, fenced-in yard, security gate, spectacular school district...and such a lovely garden to explore! Does your wife garden?” she asks Roger.

“Girlfriend,” he corrects. “And no, she’s thoroughly useless in the agricultural department.”

You laugh and shove him away. “I have other talents.”

“You certainly do.” He growls as he grips your waist, inhales you, bites playfully down your neck and collarbones. The real estate agent raises her eyebrows, but politely averts her gaze and pretends to check if an artificial fern needs watering.

It’s the downturn of August, 1976. The sun is glaring and hot and spills in through the windows, setting the metallic flecks in the marble floor alight. It makes you think of the Yellow Brick Road, of fantasies built piece by piece into truth. John and Veronica bought a house in Putney, Brian and Chrissie a far larger one in Chelsea, Freddie and Mary a posh flat in West Kensington. Roger has his heart set on nothing less than a Surrey mansion. On the rare occasion that Queen has been home since the start of the A Night At The Opera Tour, you and Roger stay in his shabby—dodgy, you remind yourself—old apartment and pack boxes late into the evening, giggling over all the random and ancient relics you stumble across, sticks of Freddie’s eyeliner and dust bunnies tangled in strands of Brian’s spiraled hair, crumpled up spheres of paper with excerpts of songs scrawled on them, fossilized crusts of grilled cheese sandwiches beneath the couch. Queen is preparing for a brief UK tour at the start of September, including a free concert in Hyde Park organized by entrepreneur Richard Branson. Then it’ll be back to the studio to record their next album, a highly anticipated album, an album that will make millions regardless of what’s on it; and what’s on it, in your humble and musically unlearned opinion, is pretty goddamn great.

“Seriously,” Roger prompts, quietly now. “Do you like it?”

“Of course I like it. I love it. I just don’t need it.”

He grins. “I know you don’t need it. But I do.”

“That list of yours is getting awfully long.”

“You have no idea. We haven’t even started on the exotic pet collection yet.”

“There’s a marvelous koi pond out in the backyard,” the real estate agent says. “You could add turtles, and frogs, and all different types of fish. I can recommend sturgeon, they have such an alluring primeval sort of look to them, and the shimmer on shubunkins is just delightful...”

“You heard the lady.” Rog stretches his right hand like he does when his arm bothers him, when the bone that will never fully heal aches like something ancient and irredeemable, like hunger, like unrequited love: fingertips sprayed outwards, then folded into his palm, then outwards again.

“Rog...I don’t know.”

“Come on, baby! It has everything. Roman-style master bath. Bedrooms with mirrors on the ceiling. Space for my own studio. Land. Enormous refrigerators. You’ll have abundant room for John’s drawings.”

“Ohhh, now that’s true.” John is always adding to your collection, slipping you sketches as the boys scurry around getting ready before a show, during songwriting sessions that last long after midnight, when the band and its expanding circle of friends and family gather for birthdays and holidays. You don’t ask him about You’re My Best Friend, or, come to think of it, any of his other songs. You don’t ask him how he feels about his new life as a husband and father. And in return, John doesn’t ask whether you’re ever going to marry Roger, if you even want to, if you worry about what the future holds. It’s a loaded peace, but a comfortable one. A safe one.

“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” Roger asks suddenly. “The girlfriend thing. The not-wife thing.”

“No,” you reply, smiling. “Of course not.” Roger isn’t someone who pens love letters, recites all the reasons why he cannot live without you, sings love songs. He rarely speaks of love at all. Roger is as he always is: all action, all energy, eyes forever looking forward. But he does love you; you’re sure he does. Everything he does bleeds with love.

“Good. Because there’s no one I’d rather acquire a harem and zoological park with.”

“Okay,” you relent. “But no lions or tigers or bears. I’m quite attached to your limbs, and you’ve come close enough to ruining them already.”

“Deal.” He taps the Canon that hangs from your shoulder by its strap. “We should document this momentous juncture. One day we can pull out the photo album and show Roger Junior. ‘Hey look kid, this was the day Mum and Dad bought the house you were conceived in.’”

You laugh, almost positive that Roger isn’t serious. “I can guarantee you that precisely zero percent of children would ever want to hear that.” Nevertheless, you ready the camera and hold it as far away as you can, the lens aimed towards you.

“Don’t forget to smile!” Roger trills in his high, victorious voice as he rests his chin in the dip of your collarbone.

You snap the photo. The flash bursts through the kitchen of the Surrey mansion, blinding you both. The artificial bluish light dissipates like smoke.

~~~~~~~~~~

His name is Laszlo, and he’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen...even when he’s not especially well-mannered.

Currently, Laszlo—an Eastern European moniker from somewhere in his mother’s comically vast family tree—is whimpering and squirming against Veronica’s chest as she pats his tiny back and sighs wearily. Veronica, ever the good Polish Catholic wife, is already pregnant again. Chrissie smirks triumphantly and puffs on a cigarette, her rings glimmering on her left hand, her dress violet and new and very expensive. Brian is lost in some deep intellectual conversation with Richard Branson, gesturing with his long nimble hands and nodding empathetically, his dark curls rustling in the breeze like the lithe branches of a willow tree.

“Thank god you’re here,” John calls as you and Roger approach. “Freddie is about to get this concert cancelled.”

“I’m about to make this concert fabulous, darling,” Freddie objects. “We need pyrotechnics, we need sparklers and explosions and fireworks!”

Mr. Branson shakes his head. “Can’t do it, Fred. The embers could travel and set the trees on fire.”

Freddie groans. “Tell him, Roger!”

Roger shrugs, grinning, resting his elbow on John’s shoulder. “I don’t know, maybe we shouldn’t burn down Hyde Park.”

“You’ll be under a huge orange canopy, right over there.” Mr. Branson motions with a sweep of his arm. “You can’t do anything aerial. Flashing lights, sure. Fog, sure. But no fire. No explosions. Oh, and there’s technically a noise ordinance, but we’re working out a deal so the city won’t enforce it on the day of the show.”

“Orange?!” Freddie squeals.

“How will the acoustics be in a tent?” Brian asks, troubled.

John smiles mischievously. “Yes, how dreadful if no one could hear the extraneous guitar solos.”

“I have a gong, Rich,” Roger says. “Everyone will be able to hear my gong, right?”

“Your gong?” Freddie whines. “What about my voice?!”

“I miss stadiums,” Roger grumbles. You exchange a knowing glance with Mary and Chris and Veronica, who is imploring Laszlo to take a bottle. Our boys are difficult, aren’t they?

“The acoustics will be fine,” Mr. Branson snaps. “The tent color will be fine. Everything will be fine. You don’t need any fucking fireworks. Please for the love of god just tell me what kind of sandwiches you want.”

“That’ll be an ordeal as well,” Chrissie quips, and you all laugh; even Laszlo perks up, stops wriggling, glimpses around the open green space with curious greyish eyes like John’s.

Some teenage employee carrying a tangle of cables trots over, sweat dripping down his flushed freckled cheeks. “Mr. Branson? There’s someone from the city here to see you.”

Richard Branson smacks his forehead. “Jesus christ. Okay, I’ll be right there. Hey, Steve, hey, have you seen Dom? Go find Dom and tell her to come over here, okay? Thanks.”

The teenage employee nods and disappears into a sea of bustling people ferrying equipment, fliers, chairs, messages.

“I’m so sorry about this,” Mr. Branson says. “These city bastards are out to crucify me. You’d think they’d be a little more grateful that Queen of all bands is willing to put on a free concert in their backyard, but alas. Hey, Dom, over here!”

He waves to a petite young woman with a glossy shock of black hair and olive Mediterranean skin. She’s wearing all yellow: shorts patterned with daffodils, a tank top the color of butter, a headband like a sunbeam. One of her trim arms is cradling a notebook; the other reaches out so she can shake hands with everyone. The gesture is courteous but somewhat unnatural.

“This,” Mr. Branson begins, “is my personal assistant Dominique. She’s wonderful, she’ll listen to all your pretentious tales of woe and do it with a smile, because she’s a true professional. Better yet, she’s going to ask you the tedious questions I was supposed to so you don’t have to wait for me to finish sparring with the city council. Okay? Okay. Have fun. I’ll be back.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Dom says placidly in a heavy French accent. So that’s why her handshake was off somehow, stilted and weak; the French usually kiss as a greeting. You choke back a snort as you imagine Veronica’s reaction to that. Mr. Branson stalks away muttering about litigious twats.

“Oh, aren’t you just darling!” Freddie circles Dom, admiring her outfit, her hair, her gold hoop earrings. He wafts his cigarette around flamboyantly, completely forgetting to smoke it. “The French are so tasteful, aren’t they? You simply must connect me with your stylist.”

“I would be happy to, Mr. Mercury. But regrettably, I am my own stylist.”

“Ahh!” Freddie exhales, enamored. Mary lifts Laszlo from Veronica’s tired arms and cradles him, tickles his nose, beams down into his fresh and inquisitive face.

Dom pulls a pen from her shirt pocket. “May I ask your sandwich preferences for the day of the show?”

She immediately receives four very different answers, and she raises an eyebrow, her pen hovering over the lined paper of her notebook.

“I’m so sorry about them,” Chrissie says, and Dom chuckles civilly.

“Ham and cheddar,” Freddie tells her, synthesizing the responses. “Bacon, fried fish, steak and onion jam...and something for Brian. Cucumber maybe. Could we get some cucumber sandwiches, dear?”

“You’re a vegetarian?” Dom asks Brian, jotting down notes.

“He’s morally superior to us in every way,” John sighs dreamily, and Rog and Freddie cackle.

“I’m not a strict vegetarian,” Bri clarifies. “But for the sake of the animals and the planet, I try to limit meat when I can.”

Roger adds: “And I order twice as much of it, just to spite him.”

Dominique leads Queen around the portion of Hyde Park where the concert will be held, runs through the itinerary, fields a litany of questions and complaints. And you decide that you like Dom; she’s professional and reserved, yes, but she’s also patient with Freddie, smiles at his jokes, compliments his black-and-yellow striped shirt (“We match, and you remind me of a...oh, what’s the word in English? That bug...it flies around buzzing...buzz buzz...a bee!”), asks him what he’s planning to wear to the show. She assuages Brian, listens to John, takes the time to chat with the women about children, makeup, homes, what it’s like to be in love with rock stars. But Dom mostly ignores Roger, dodges his grins, remains staunchly undazzled. And that would worry you—because Roger loves the chase, you know that firsthand—if he hadn’t already taught you how to trust him, how addictively flawless and exhilarating life with Roger Taylor could be.

When Laszlo begins to fuss in Mary’s grasp, you take your turn holding him; and he blinks up at you with eyes that are wide and clear and seeking, and you find yourself feeling like you always do when you’re around your godson: like maybe you have a stronger opinion about wanting children than you thought you did, like you can’t stop envisioning a baby with Roger’s eyes instead of John’s.

That evening—after leaving Hyde Park, after dinner, after drinks mixed out by the koi pond—as you doze in a sweltering bubble bath and steam curls through the air, you hear Roger’s voice floating from the kitchen downstairs. You rise out of the tub, towel yourself off, slip into a white silk robe as rivulets of bathwater slink down the back of your neck. You tread gingerly towards the kitchen, keep silent so you can hear, lurk in the shadows of the hallway with your palms pressed flat against the wallpaper.

“Hello, is Dominique Beyrand in?” Roger says into the kitchen phone. “I’ve been trying to track her down. Sure, I’ll wait. Thanks.” After a pause, he continues. “Hi, Dom! It’s Roger Taylor, from Queen. The irritating blond one. I was just wondering if you’d happened to stumble across my wallet since this afternoon, I seem to have misplaced it. Oh, you haven’t? Bloody hell. Well, thank you for taking my call. Aw, that’s so kind of you, I’m sure I’ll locate it eventually. I’ve got a terrible habit of losing things. Okay, thanks so much. Goodnight to you too. See you soon. Cheers.” He hangs the phone up as you step into the kitchen. His smile is bright and innocuous. “Hey, baby!”

“Who was that?” Your tone is similarly casual; or so you hope.

“Just Richard Branson’s assistant. That French woman Dominique. I can’t find my wallet and thought I might have left it at Hyde Park, but no dice. Oh well.”

Roger begins rummaging through the drawer full of business cards and address books, tapping his foot, humming to himself. And surely he isn’t trying to avoid my eyes. Your gaze skates over the marble countertop. There, by the refrigerator, just a few feet—a meter, you correct yourself to be properly British—from where Roger stands, is his black leather wallet.

“It’s right there, Rog,” you say, pointing. And now your voice isn’t so nonchalant.

Roger spins to check. “Oh my god, I completely missed it!” He snatches up the wallet with a celebratory chuckle. “I’m such a twit sometimes. You’re too fucking smart, you know that? You’re making me look bad.”

He rushes to you, takes your left hand, bites your knuckles lightly like he did outside Massachusetts General Hospital under dawn skies over two years ago. And then Roger whispers to you, nuzzling your neck scented with lavender soap and doubt.

“Let’s go to bed.”

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There’s a knock at the door. John is standing on the front porch of the Surrey house with his hands in his pockets and a vague sort of smile on his face. He’s in a black suit.

“Get ready,” he says. “Do your hair, throw on some earrings. Maybe the pearls Roger got you last Christmas. We’re going shopping.”

“Why do I need to look fancy to go shopping?”

John shrugs, feigning indifference; but the puckish glint in his eyes gives him away. Yet there’s something a little sad and weighty in them too, isn’t there?

Your own eyes narrow. “I’m onto you, bassist.”

He laughs as you tug teasingly at a lock of his downy hair. “You always are.”

John takes you to a dress shop on Bond Street where the corsets trickle with gemstones and the designers all have Italian names: Armani, Prada, Abate, Cerruti, Valentino, Biagiotti. He sinks into a leather chair just outside the fitting room and lights a cigarette, takes a long drag, points to you with the lit end.

“Go ahead. Go wild. It’s a blank check.”

“Really?!” You glance around the shop, your pulse racing. “But I don’t know the occasion. I don’t want to be underdressed or overdressed or whatever. Although I don’t think I’ve ever been overdressed in my life.”

“Yes, you can’t seem to shake those pragmatic service industry roots, can you?” Another drag. “You need a dress and matching shoes. Formal, but not too formal. Think a record company party. Elegant but exciting. Lots of sparkle. Slightly slutty, if you’re so inclined.”

“This is an unconventional bonding activity,” you tell John, trying to conceal your nerves.

“Love, this isn’t something you can fail at,” he says, gently now. “You’re going to look amazing no matter what. So just have fun with it. This isn’t a test. This is one of those adventures you’re always searching for.”

I can promise you that your life will never feel like a cage; that’s what Roger once told you. But maybe you don’t always want to be quite so free, so unmoored. “Okay. But you have to swear to give honest opinions. I don’t want to show up looking like a wombat because you were too nice to say anything.”

John just chuckles to himself, shakes his head, devours cigarette after cigarette.

With the assistance of one of the shop employees, you climb into a pastel pink dress with a full ruffled skirt, an emerald green dress with an empire waist and loose sheer sleeves, a shimmering metallic silvery dress with a form-fitting silhouette. John nods at all of them, wholeheartedly approves, defers to your judgment. He periodically consults his wristwatch as he taps his cigarettes on the rim of an ashtray, and deflects your questions when you ask him why. Then you step out of the fitting room—balanced on gold heels—in a white dress with a hem that hits just above your knees, a halter neckline, a slim keyhole down the center of your chest; and John’s cigarette tumbles out of his fingers.

“That’s the one,” he breathes, soaking it in. Then he asks the employee to cut off all the tags and whips out his wallet. “Toss your old clothes and shoes in a bag. We gotta catch a cab.”

“We’re going straight to the party?”

“We certainly are.”

“What the hell kind of ridiculously lame party starts at 3 p.m.?”

John smirks craftily. “The kind of party we’re going to. Let’s rock and roll, Florence Nightingale.”

John gives the taxi driver an address and you sail through the streets of London, splashing through shallow evaporating puddles, squinting when sunlight ricochets glaringly off the slick pavement. The taxi rolls to a stop outside of a grand stone building with columns and intricate carvings of leaves and flowers. The sign outside reads: Kensington and Chelsea Register Office.

You turn to John. “Who’s getting married?!”

He just smiles, a deep harbor of secrets.

“It’s Fred and Mary, right? Jesus christ, John, you can’t wear white to someone else’s wedding, Mary’s going to strangle me—”

“It’s not Mary’s wedding.”

Slowly, your jaw falls open. “No,” you whisper in disbelief.

John darts out of the taxi, jogs around to your side, and opens the door for you. You gape up at him senselessly, struggling to remember how to form sentences.

“John...this...this is some bizarre and elaborate joke, right?”

“Nope.” He offers his hand, helps you out of the taxi, leads you up the front steps of the Register Office. Inside, everyone is waiting: Freddie and Mary, Brian and Chrissie, Veronica with babbling baby Laszlo, Roger’s mother and sister...and Roger, of course, in his best black suit and bleached blond hair and trademark guaranteed-to-dazzle (unless of course you’re Dominique Beyrand) grin. He flies to you and takes your hands in his.

“You look incredible, baby.”

“Roger, what’s going on...?”

“Don’t freak out,” he commands, and instantly your panic vanishes. There’s a pink rose pinned to his lapel. “I know we don’t feel like we need to get married. I know we agree it doesn’t mean anything.” Is that still true? “So don’t think that this is about trying to trap you or control you or bullshit white picket fences or anything. And of course you can say no, I won’t be mad, no one will hold that against you, we can find some other reason to party. But the simple facts are that I’m a British national with a mansion and a plethora of perpetual royalties and you’re an American here on a work visa, and the law gets a bit thorny in this situation. And I want to make sure you’re taken care of if something happens to me. That you can carry out my wishes. That you can stay here with the band as long as you want to. So, I’ve got your passport and birth certificate and everything else we need...and some overly-enthusiastic witnesses. Are you cool with signing a piece of paper today?”

“Of course she bloody well is!” Freddie exclaims, and everyone laughs. Mary is carrying a basket full of champagne flutes, Chrissie several bottles of pink champagne, Roger’s sister a tub of ice. Brian has been entrusted to chronicle the event with your Canon. Veronica is more giddy than you’ve ever seen her, even more animated than she was at her own wedding. Well, I suppose she doesn’t have to worry about any illicit pregnancies or condemnatory great aunts this time around.

“Okay,” you tell Roger. And you wish you weren’t beaming so broadly your cheeks ache, because it feels a little pathetic to be this happy about an admittedly meaningless wedding. But it does make you happy, your general aversion towards conventionality be damned.

You sign papers and you toast glasses and you giggle uproariously in the lobby of the Register Office with the best friends you’ve ever had, guzzle pink champagne, pose for photos, take your turn holding Laszlo, kiss Roger beneath the stone arch of the centuries-old building.

It doesn’t mean anything, you remind yourself, suddenly very aware of the missing weight of a ring on your left hand. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything.

But you catch a few furtive glances between Chrissie and Bri, the twist of a frown on Freddie’s face when he thinks no one is watching, the distance in John’s shadowy eyes as he inhales champagne like air.

It doesn’t mean anything.

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myworldisfictional · 4 years ago

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Tag Game

What do you prefer to be called name wise? Rachelle. I’ve never really had any nicknames

When is your birthday? March 10

Where do you live? Canada. More specifically Alberta

Three things you are doing right now? Watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine, eating ice cream, filing out these questions

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now? Outer Banks, Glee, RuPauls Drag Race, and the Mortal Instruments because I started re-reading the books

How’s the pandemic treating you? Great. I’ve been getting to sleep in and I don’t have to interact with other people so I’m thriving

A song you can’t stop listening to right now? Fire for you by Cannons which I would highly suggest listening to because it is a jam

Recommend a movie? The Imitation Game. Or if you want a really great tv show to watch I’d recommend Hollywood on Netflix

How old are you? 18

School, university, occupation, other? Just graduated high school

Do you prefer hot or cold? Cold

Name one thing that others may not know about you? I hate coffee

Are you shy? Yes. Very shy

Do you have any preferred pronouns? She/her

Any pet peeves? When adults are cast at teenagers in movies/shows

What are your hobbies? Reading, drawing, writing

Rate your life on a scale of 1-10, 1 being the worst and 10 being the best? Like a 5. I love my life but I wouldn’t say it’s the best and I wouldn’t say it’s the worst.

What’s your main blog? This one

List your side blogs and what they’re used for? @mywallpaperisfictional which is used for wallpapers so if anyone has any requests feel free to send them that way

Is there anything people need to know about you before they become friends with you? I basically only talk about fandom related things so you’re going to have to put up with my obsessing over fictional characters

Thank you @filmmakingismylife16 for the tag!!

I tag @fandom-phaser @maybe-maybanks and anyone else who wants to do this!

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combat-wombatus · 4 years ago

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fuckedurbias · 5 years ago

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better better - park jaehyung

DAY6 AS DAY6 SONGS PART 1 - part 2

genre: fluffy as heck, highschool!au

requested? nope

word count: 1.7k

warnings: implied?? mental struggles ig

A/N; italicised words are lyrics to the song better better by day6! listen to it here while you read

Every day, I lived like I was dead

It was another bland, boring day. As usual, Jae was keeping to himself. He didn’t like to stand out, yet somehow he always did. He always had his earphones in and sat in the middle of the class, because if he sat at the front he’d stand out and look like a teacher’s pet and if he sat at the back he’d be near all the loud class clowns. He also hoped sitting in the middle of class would help hide the fact that he wasn’t paying attention and instead was writing songs in his book and drawing little doodles. Every lunch and recess he would either go to one of the study rooms to have some peace and quiet to work on his music, or all the way to the back of the library to make some more sample beats. Jae was so so tired of the same routine every day and hating school, hating his boring life. He couldn’t wait to graduate and just leave and never come back, never have to see any of these people again and never do this routine ever again. He wasn’t happy, only when he was in his bedroom singing, playing guitar and making his own songs, but even that wasn’t cutting it for him lately. He longed to feel some form of content, to feel like he had something to live for. To feel free.

But you became the reason for me to wake up

What Jae never would have expected was that today, would not be just another bland & boring day, because you were about to come tumbling into his life at full speed out of the blue. Quite literally. Jae was walking down the hallway to go to the study room during his free period and you, being late to your class were running down the hallway from the other direction. Just as Jae was about to turn the corner you also turned the corner and ran smack bang into him, hard. You rebounded off his chest and as you fell back, your arms instinctively tried to grab onto him to stop yourself from falling but instead you just ripped his headphones out and yanked them down with you. As you fell on your ass your books and laptop all fell on the ground along with his. You had never been so embarrassed in your life. You were apologising so profusely as you scrambled around trying to pick everything out and separate both his and yours stuff.

“I’m so so sorry, I’m the biggest dumbass in the world! I should know better than to run in the hallways when anyone could turn the corner at any moment-” You rambled on, more to yourself than to Jae.

“I promise you I’m fine, you just winded me a little but I’m fine, don’t stress” He said, rather monotone. He bent down next to you to help you pick everything up. He picked up both your laptops, scanning them to see if there were any marks or scratches and opening them up to check the screens. As he handed you back your laptop with an awkward smile, you gently took it from him as you looked up at him with your puppy dog eyes. You tried to gather your things together under your arm and get up at the same time, clearly struggling. Once Jae processed what was happening he awkwardly cleared his throat and reluctantly held out his hand, and you looked up at him once again and grabbed his hand. He almost jumped at the feeling of your soft hand against his, especially when you smiled at him and looked at him with your big, sparkly eyes.

“Thank you” you almost mumbled as you shyly looked away, realising how cute he actually is and wondering how you’ve never really noticed this boy before. Jae only responds with a nod and a tiny, almost not noticeable smile.

“Also, I love the 1975 too” You smiled brightly.

“W-what?” Jae stuttered, realising how nervous he actually is right now.

“Your earphones, that’s the 1975, right?” You pointed to the earphones dangling out of his hoodie.

“Oh! Right. Yeah, they’re pretty sick” He realised the song playing can be heard from outside his earphones. He already hates himself, “pretty sick?”, who the hell says that when trying to socialise with a cute person?

But you thought it was adorable.

You made me want to open my eyes

From that moment on, he was noticed and did stand out. But he didn’t mind, because it was you. Every time you saw Jae in the hallways or in the library, you gave him that bright eye smile of yours and a big, excited wave. Even if you saw him more than once in a day, it was always just as bright of a smile and as excited a wave as the first time you saw him that day. And every time, Jae’s heart did a little jump, and tiny little butterflies erupted in his stomach. He would actually smile back and give you a little wave. You also realised you had one class with him, it was biology, you only had it about 3 times a week but it didn’t matter. When you were waiting outside that classroom the day after meeting Jae and saw him waiting on the other side of the hall from the room, you felt that pang in your heart. You swallowed your nervousness and went over and spoke to him. You started doing this before every biology class, as your friends always showed up late. You spoke to him about your favourite bands and music and realised you had a lot of other things in common. You both actually really loved science and Marvel movies amongst other things. Jae would’ve never expected you to be into the same music he is, but he loved it, especially when you recommended new bands for him to listen to. Once your friends showed up and class actually started though, you sat with them instead. Not because you didn’t want to sit next to Jae, you did, you really did. Just because you still got really low key nervous around Jae, and you liked to get work done in class and worked better with your close friends. You still snuck glances at Jae in class though, so that argument that you told yourself wasn’t really valid. Look at you getting so distracted because of a boy. You were quite popular, in the sense that everyone knew you and you knew everyone and would consider yourself ‘friends’ with most people in your year, but you really only actively hung out with and spent your time at school with your three close friends. In comparison to Jae though, you were very popular, he saw you as one of the most popular people in the school. Way out of his league in his eyes. He expected you to stop caring about him or noticing him in a couple of weeks at most.

I used to never wait for tomorrow

But you didn’t. You kept waving and smiling at him in the hallways and listening to his song recommendations and updating him about your thoughts outside the biology classroom. Jae actually found himself being excited to go to school and see you, even for just a short few seconds. He couldn’t get you out of his head. He hated feeling like this when he didn’t even know you that much, but at the same time he felt like he really did. He wished so badly that he wasn’t so awkward and closed off so that he could get the courage to properly ask you out or even just for your number or just any social media contact. However, he also still thought you were way of his league and it broke his heart because he knew a socially awkward loner like him could never be with a naturally bright, loveable, perfect, friendly person like you. He accepted that he’d forever be stuck having short 5 minute conversations before class and stealing glances at you during biology. But even those short encounters were enough to keep him going and being excited for tomorrow. Weekends were low key hell and he just let out his thoughts and daydreams through his music, and by regretting not asking for your number and telling himself he’ll ask you for it for sure on Monday. He never does but, hey he’s working on it. Little did he know, that you were also doing the same; practicing what you were going to say and do in the mirror and how you were going to confidently approach him. You couldn’t wait any longer, you had to do it before you went crazy with thoughts and memories of him in your head as you waited for the weekend to be over. Properly conversing with him only 3 times a week wasn’t enough for you.

But you became the reason for me to take one more step

That following Monday, you didn’t have biology but you passed by his locker in the morning before homeroom like you always do, but today you weren’t just going to give a wave and a bright, happy ‘good morning’, you were going to put your practice over the weekend to good use. You snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped a little before turning around, confused expression quickly turning into a soft smile.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Well, we don’t have bio today so I probably won’t get a chance to talk to you other than now” You said softly, linking your hands behind your back shyly.

“Oh… I see” He looked down at his feet, screaming at himself in his head to say something, anything.

“Yeah…” You follow his gaze down to your feet, too. Your cheeks were going red as you tried to get what you wanted to say out of your throat.

“Anyways, what I wanted to ask you about was,” You were twiddling your thumbs behind your back as you looked up at him, his gaze shot back up at you “The 1975 concert next week. I bought tickets for me and my friend back when they first announced the dates, but she can’t go anymore so… Would you… Want to go with me?”. You quietly said, but Jae still heard you. His head shot up and he gazed down at you with his head tilted and eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You… want to go, with me?” He questioned.

“Well, I did just ask you, didn’t I? ” You slapped his arm playfully. “No, I know you did I just… can’t believe it if I’m being honest” Jae pushed his glasses up his nose bridge with his finger as he blinks at you in disbelief.

“What? Why?” You giggled, scrunching your face up at him.

“Because, you have a lot of other friends you could go with. Why on earth would you pick me?” He mumbles.

“Maybe because I don’t want to go with them, I want to go with you. Besides, nobody else really likes their music as much me, other than you. Now stop being a dummy, okay? Please come, you don’t have to pay me back!” You dragged out that last part, as if trying to convince him.

“Oh, really? I’m definitely coming then, only because it’s for free and nothing else” He smiles mischeviously. You slapped his arm again but even harder, to which he grabbed it with an ‘ow’ as he pouted, pretending to be hurt. You just rolled your eyes.

“Anyways, I’m gonna need your number or something so I can send you all the deets and stuff! Since I won’t have class with you until Wednesday” You handed him your phone as you rambled on, trying to hide the fact that your heart was about to beat out of your chest with nerves. As soon as you said that, Jae’s heart skipped about 10 beats and he felt that intense pang in his stomach. He grabbed your phone with a nervous smile as he entered his number, secretly hating that you beat him to asking for your number. He wasn’t surprised though, you were super confident and fearless in his eyes. However, he decided he could still make a bold move, for his contact name he put himself as ‘the funniest, most handsome boy in the entire school’ with the heart-eyed emoji and all the different coloured hearts. He smiled to himself as he handed it back to you. Once you read the name you just looked up at him with a look of disappointment.

“Really? You’re so cringey” You scrunched up your nose. He gasped and crossed his arms.

“I’m just joking you dummy” You poked his chest. He laughed and patted your head. Your heart tingled with happiness. He was finally opening up to you.

“You should get going, you have to be at homeroom in 5 minutes” He said as he checked his watch, even though he didn’t want you to go at all.

“You’re right, well see you soon!” You said excitedly, your arms instinctively holding themselves out for a hug, forgetting that you weren’t with one of your close friends. You felt a huge rush of embarrassment rushing through your stomach to your cheeks, Jae didn’t seem like the affectionate type at all, especially as he was only now really opening up to you. However, as you you were putting your arms down and stepping away, Jae slid one arm around your shoulder and patted your back gently. The rush of embarrassment suddenly turned into that feeling Jae always gave you that you couldn’t quite explain, a mixture of excitement, nervousness and… like? You know, the feeling when you like someone. You could only describe it as ‘like’. Jae only hugged you for a couple of seconds but to you, it felt like so much longer. After he pulled away he smiled nervously, a blush very visibly on his face. You nodded at him as you started to walk backwards down the hall to your classroom.

“I’ll text you!” You yelled and waved excitedly with that bright smile. As soon as Jae turned back to his locker, he let out the biggest sigh he’s ever sighed and banged his head against the shelf. A lot just happened in the span of 3 minutes.

You held out your hand to me

It was the night of the concert and it was amazing. You and Jae had dinner before going to the venue and during the concert, you ended up crying when they sang your favourite songs and you just got so overwhelmed and Jae’s heart was bouncing around in his chest. He put his arm around you and started swaying with you as you cried into his shoulder. You smacked him a few times because he was laughing, but he wasn’t laughing at you or at the fact you were crying, he just felt so happy and thought it was so cute as to why you were crying. Once the concert was done you walked out into the cold night air, shivering as you slid your jacket back on. You closed your eyes took a deep breathe, loving the smell of the fresh, cold air. When you opened your eyes and saw how beautiful the sky looked, you felt your heart do that happy tingle again; the sky was so clear and full of stars and the moon visible and bright. That sight together with the city lights around you gave you such comfort and happiness, especially when you looked over next to you to see Jae looking up the stars too, the moon casting such a beautiful glow on his face. Jae glanced over at you and you quickly looked away, looking out to the road in front of you.

“Thanks for inviting me, the show was so amazing and I had a lot of fun” Jae said, walking over closer to you.

“You’re welcome. They mean a lot to me and I know you like them a lot too so of course I wanted to experience seeing my favourite band ever with someone who also means a lot to m-, someone who loves them a lot too!” You caught yourself, hoping he didn’t understand what you almost blurted out.

“It was especially fun seeing you cry” Jae smiled mischeviously. You ran up to him with your arms in fists ready to fight him. He laughed and just held out his hand, holding your head in place as he kept you at arms length from him, your punches unable to reach him.

“Let me go!! Let me fight you!!” You screamed, trying your best to push forward against his arm, but to no use. Once you gave up and were panting for breath, he let his arm go.

“Seriously, though. I wasn’t making fun of you for crying, it was really precious to see how much they mean to you and how much that song means to you. I’m honestly honoured that you’d let little old me experience something so special to you, with you” Jae smiled softly, the most genuine smile you’d seen from him yet. You didn’t know how to respond, just smiled back at him. It wasn’t even that big of a smile, but it was still so bright. Jae could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating in this moment, looking down into your eyes as you looked up into his, the stars reflecting in them. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, you were already so stunning to him but in this moment you looked ethereal. It felt like it was just you two in that moment, and if he wasn’t such a coward he would’ve kissed you.

“So, how are you getting home?” Jae cleared his throat, knowing that was a stupid question to ask since you both got the train here and would be taking it home together.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t want to go home just yet”, You emphasised “and it is a Friday”. Jae looked at you, confused. You held out your hand to him. “Let’s go on an adventure!” You exclaimed. Pulling him with you as you ran across the street.

Just your smile alone, makes me breathe

After that night, you two stayed up into the AM every night messaging each other, talking about anything and everything. You hung out on weekends and even after school sometimes; so much so, you two became the talk of the school. Jae was standing out, but he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he did, or would. Everyone was confused as to how and why you became friends with somebody they never knew about before, but you didn’t care. You introduced him to your close friends, and even encouraged him to hang out with you all during recess and lunch. You didn’t force him too, but eventually he decided it wouldn’t be so bad. He actually had fun, mainly because he was around you but he realised that not everyone was as bad as he thought they were, but of course your friends are going to be good people, as if someone as bright and good as you would hang around bad people. He still struggled to open up to them and feel confident socialising, but you helped him and they found him funny and nice to be around even with him not trying or just rambling on to cover up his nervousness. He liked it the most when it was just you two on weekends though, as expected. Even when it was something as boring as sitting in the park by the pond and watching the fish or going grocery shopping, as long as he was with you he was having the time of his life. He’d never felt this way before or experienced feeling this way about someone and it felt so scary, exciting and fun all at once. He’d just have to look at you smiling as you told a story that made you happy, a stupid joke that made you laugh or even as you ate your favourite ice cream, and he could feel his heart soar.

Only your love makes the frozen me jump up again

A month later and you finally became official, Jae finally worked up the courage to properly ask you out. He was a rambling, nervous mess as you sat next to each other on the hill overlooking the city; your favourite spot. You rolled your eyes at him as he rambled on trying to confess to you. You cupped his face and placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips. He froze in complete shock, staring at you wide-eyed with cheeks as red as beetroots. You giggled, forehead pressed against his as you leaned in again. Jae closed his eyes as finally processed what was happening and wrapped his arms around your waist, gently moving his lips against yours, he was on cloud nine. You were finally his, and he was finally yours. It didn’t matter if he still thought you were out of his league, you liked him for him and you wanted him and nobody else and you made sure he was certain of that. When you both finally pulled away, he looked concerned.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I’ve never really kissed anyone before and now I’m worrying that I’m bad” He blinked hard, looking like a sad puppy.

“Aw baby, it’s okay. I can help you” You shyly bit your lip, cheeks turning pink. His eyes went ever wider if that was even possible. He muttered an ‘okay’ before taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours as he softly kissed your lips again.

Because of you I’m

From that moment on, there was never a bland, boring day for Jae ever again. He was finally happy and had something to live for, his music and you. He finally had friends who he genuinely liked and who liked him and it was all thanks to you helping him open up and realise the world isn’t as bad as he thinks. You just had to hold his hand and smile up at him with your bright eyes and he felt safe and content. He felt free.

Better, better, better baby

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stephissalty · 4 years ago

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clumsy with your heart

Pairing: Iwaoi

Rating: T

Warnings: Language

Words: 6600

Summary: Oikawa Tooru is fine. Okay, maybe not really. He's running on empty, his work is literal hell, he hardly sleeps or eats, and he could very well collapse at any given second. But! For all intents and purposes, Oikawa Tooru is fine.

Except, he's not, and Oikawa is hurting his best friend by hurting himself, but he doesn't see the damage he's causing. And Iwaizumi's rope is running just as thin as Oikawa's.

AO3

clumsy with your heart

He probably got a little bit greedy. Yeah, that was probably it. He’s always been too greedy, too pompous, and it bit him in the ass when he got too close to the sun and fell back to earth, leaving a path of pain in his wake. Flew too close to the sun, picked up too many responsibilities, played with a few too many hearts. Looking back, that’s probably what ended him up here. He tried to play god, tried to split his own heart in too many directions when it could really only go one. He pushed the one person who would go to the end of the earth for him too far.

That’s how everything went wrong and how he lost his best friend.

God, he hated himself.

The other deserved better than him.

Fuck.

Oikawa Tooru is fine.

“Oikawa, we need you to stay late tonight.” He agrees even though it’s the third night this week.

It’s fine.

“Tooru, you haven’t called in weeks.” He’s been busy, he says. It’s the truth, but his energy is running on empty.

It’s fine.

“Oikawa, come out tonight; you need fun.” He says no, quoting something about being tired.

It’s fine.

He’s fine.

“Tooru, you haven’t left your bed in two days.” Iwaizumi pokes his head into Oikawa’s room, where he’s made himself a nest of blankets to make the best of his long weekend. Even though he’s “relaxing,” he still has his laptop and is doing his homework for the upcoming week so he doesn’t need to worry about it. “Please come out.”

“I’m recharging for another week from hell,” he responds. Iwaizumi is the only person who’s ever seen him like this. Weak.

“We can watch that American crime show you’ve been wanting to watch,” Iwaizumi offers. Not for the first time, fondness blooms in Oikawa’s chest for his best friend at how hard he’s trying. He’s the only person who hasn’t given up on Oikawa.

Oikawa considers the offer and cocks his head. “Okay.”

He slowly peels back his layers of blankets, very aware of Iwaizumi’s concerned gaze from the doorway. Carefully, he stands and makes his way to his friend, who has a soft smile on his face as he wraps an arm around Oikawa’s waist. Together, they walk over to the couch and settle into their usual position. Oikawa lays his head on Iwaizumi’s lap as Iwaizumi runs his hand through the other’s soft hair.

“Thank you, Iwa-chan,” he whispers part way through the show.

He draws one of Oikawa’s hands up to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to the backs of his fingers. “Anything for you.”

His heart flutters slightly as he directs his attention back to the television. Iwaizumi shifts to reach for a blanket, which he drapes over Oikawa. Oikawa grabs onto his left hand - the hand that isn’t petting him - and doesn’t let go.

“Oikawa, nice serve!”

He serves the ball and the volley begins, bouncing back and forth between both teams until Iwaizumi spikes it down in the other team’s court.

Today’s practice is fairly standard, if not tedious. They’ve been doing practice games a lot recently, which he supposes is better than laps of diving drills, but his head is starting to hurt from the constant court analysis. Regular practice drills wouldn’t be a bad change of pace, he thinks, and then cringes at the thought of some of the especially miserable drills.

“Nice practice, wrap up! See you guys tomorrow morning!” the captain shouts. Right now it is nearing ten o’clock, and morning practice starts at five tomorrow. Barely seven hours.

“Hey, I’m going to run some serve drills if that’s alright,” Oikawa calls over to him. He can feel Iwaizumi’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t say anything.

Once all of his teammates have left, he hits ball after ball over the net, most of them staying in bounds, but still not as powerful or as controlled as he wants. Iwaizumi is standing by the ball basket, drinking water as he carefully regards Oikawa’s energy state.

After a particularly poor serve, he swears, “Fuck.”

“Tooru.”

“I’m not done, Iwa-chan.”

“It’s midnight. You’ve been at it for two hours. Your knee is going to give out. We need to go home and you need to ice your knee.”

“No, it’s not good enough,” he argues, feeling his voice catch slightly.

“Tooru.”

He goes to pick up another ball but discovers that the basket is empty - he’s already emptied three so far. Oikawa doesn’t allow his annoyance to show on his face as he makes to duck under the net to pick up a few of the balls on the other side of the court, but there’s a harsh pull at his collar.

“You’re done. Stretch, asshole,” Iwaizumi demands. He starts picking up all of the balls around the gym.

“Iwa-chan, I’m fine. You really don’t need to worry about me so much.”

Iwaizumi looks back at him. His undereyes are slightly darkened, but Oikawa figures it’s because it’s getting late. “Don’t I, though? C’mon, we’ve gotta get home.”

When they get back to their apartment, Iwaizumi pitches an ice pack at his face with a towel wrap, demanding that he ice his knee. Oikawa reluctantly agrees.

He struggles to sleep that night and instead tosses and turns until it’s close enough to the time when he’d have to wake up for morning practice anyways. Iwaizumi notices, of course.

05 December, 11:13

To: Oikawa Tooru

From: Kindaichi Yuutarou

Subject: Recommendation Letter

Hi Oikawa-san,

I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if, when you get a chance, you’d be willing to write a recommendation letter for me? I’m looking at applying for some internships and co-ops, and I think that a recommendation letter from you would benefit me greatly.

Thanks,

Kindaichi

05 December, 12:39

To: Kindaichi Yuutarou

From: Oikawa Tooru

Subject: Re: Recommendation Letter

Kindaichi-kun,

Absolutely. Attached is the letter. Feel free to save it and use it as you need. If there is anything you’d like added to the letter, I can do that. Good luck in your future endeavours.

Best,

Oikawa Tooru

Marketing Supervisor, Social Division

Received, 17:00: Yo are you coming out tonight?

Delivered: 17:31: no i’m staying late at work and then i’m gonna workout

Delivered, 17:31: thanks for the invite tho

Received, 17:34: Okay, you’re always welcome to join

Delivered, 17:48: thanks

Delivered, 17:48: miss you and mattsun

Received, 17:50: We miss you too

19 December, 15:09

To: Oikawa Tooru

From: Social Division Management

Subject: Activity Report

Good afternoon,

Can you draw up a report of your division’s activity for the last eight months? Include all new hires, reports written, complaints filled, write-ups, articles, successful marketing schemes launched, unsuccessful marketing schemes launched, and schemes in progress in addition to anything else you see fit. We need this by tomorrow morning.

Social Division Management

19 December, 16:55

To: Social Division Management

From: Oikawa Tooru

Subject: Re: Activity Report

Good evening,

Attached is the report. I’ve put it in an Excel file format, but I can convert it to a PDF or different document format if that would better suit your needs. If there is any missing information, please let me know and I’ll be happy to fix it.

Oikawa Tooru

Marketing Supervisor, Social Division

Received, 14:03: hey oikawa, have you finished the assignment for class

Delivered, 14:15: [Photo Attached]

Delivered, 14:15: there you go

22 December, 15:32

To: Oikawa Tooru, Volleyball Team

From: Team Captain

Cc: Coach

Subject: New Year’s Tournament

Team,

We have an upcoming tournament on 01 January. Please clear your schedules for 31 December and 01 January and allow for more practice time leading up to this tournament.

Captain

[Time Request Off]

31 December

01 January

- REQUEST DENIED -

23 December, 10:39

To: HR Management

From: Oikawa Tooru

Subject: Time Off

Hello,

I recently submitted a time off request for 31 December and 1 January, but it was denied. My volleyball team is travelling for a New Year’s tournament, and it is vital that I attend the tournament. I am asking that you reconsider the time off denial.

Thank you, Oikawa Tooru

Marketing Supervisor, Social Division

23 December, 15:24

To: Oikawa Tooru

From: HR Management

Subject: Re: Time Off

Oikawa,

You will be granted the time, but you must be on call at all times on those days. We will not make another exception like this in the future.

HR Management

[Time Request Off]

31 December

01 January

- UPDATE: REQUEST PARTIALLY APPROVED, SEE NOTE -

Note: On call 31 Dec and 01 Jan

23 December, 16:02

To: HR Management

From: Oikawa Tooru

Subject: Re: Re: Time Off

Hello,

Thank you for granting me the time off I requested. I appreciate it.

Oikawa Tooru

Marketing Supervisor, Social Division

Delivered, 17:45: hey i’m gonna be late getting home tonight

Delivered, 17:46: more things have come up

Delivered, 17:46: i should be out in time for practice, not sure tho

Received, 17:50: What can I do to help you?

Received, 17:50: Do you want me to bring you dinner or anything?

Delivered, 17:55: that’d be great

Delivered, 17:55: thank you hajime

Received, 17:56: Always

Oikawa meets Iwaizumi in the lobby of his office building. Iwaizumi is holding two bags of takeout and smiles sadly.

“Are you coming up?”

“Can I?”

“Of course.”

It’s nearly seven now, and Oikawa is one of the last people in his office left. Iwaizumi steals a chair from the cube next to Oikawa’s and wheels over. He looks up and down at Oikawa, taking in his rough appearance, hunched shoulders, dark undereyes, and sunken cheeks. Oikawa knows he looks bad.

“I’m going to text the captain and tell him we won’t be in,” Iwaizumi says quietly after a moment of deliberation. It leaves no room for argument.

“Are you going to go?”

“No, I’m going to take you home,” he responds. He sounds sad, a voice in Oikawa’s head says. “Please stop pushing yourself like this.”

Oikawa whips his head up at that. “What?”

“You heard me.” Iwaizumi doesn’t look up from his untouched food.

“I’m fine, Iwa-chan.”

“You’re really not, Tooru!” Iwaizumi exclaims, slapping his leg in frustration. “Your boss says run and you run. No matter what it is, you don’t say no to anyone but yourself! You’re killing yourself! You had to beg just to get two days off. When’s the last time you were home before five? I hate seeing you hurting yourself.” His voice sounds thick, and his eyes are wet, Oikawa realizes.

What’s wrong with Iwa-chan?

“It’s just the name of the game,” he mumbles and averts his eyes. Anywhere but at Iwaizumi. “It’s fine, really. I’m a big boy.”

“You’re starting your day at fucking five in the morning at practice, going to classes, coming here, and then either working out or going to practice again! You’re barely eating,” Iwaizumi cries. “I’m your roommate, your best friend, and I never see you anymore. Goddammit, I miss Tooru, okay?”

“I’m sorry, Hajime. I can’t just quit my job for you, though.”

“You don’t even like your job. It’s barely even related to your major.” That is true. Oikawa had changed majors several times - at one point he was a marketing major, but for his master’s he was going for communications. And, of course, Iwaizumi is right. He doesn’t like his job. It just paid well for a job with a fresh non-STEM bachelor’s degree.

Oikawa just shrugs.

Iwaizumi rolls closer to him, invading his personal space, and fiddles with the mouse on his computer. It’s open to a document, so he saves it and shuts down the computer. “We’re going home. And your laptop is staying here. You’re taking tomorrow off. We both are.”

“I can’t do that.”

“I don’t give a fuck. If your manager has a problem with it, they can deal with your very angry best friend,” Iwaizumi declares. His eyes are bright and angry as he stuffs his trash in his takeout bag. “Home. Let’s go.” He extends a hand.

“Bossy Iwa-chan,” Oikawa pouts, but there’s no malice behind it.

There’s no energy for him to have any malice.

They make their way home not long after, and Iwaizumi forces Oikawa into bed, quoting something about “self-induced sleep deprivation” and “taking poor care of himself” and “going to collapse any second now.” To be one hundred percent fair, Iwaizumi is correct on all fronts, Oikawa admits. However, he’s fine. He’s dealt with way worse than this before.

Usually they watch shows out on the couch in the living room, but tonight Iwaizumi joins Oikawa in his bed, hip laptop resting on their thighs. Oikawa’s eyes are glazed over and he’s not really paying attention to the show that they’re watching, but Iwaizumi is warm under him and supports his weight on his shoulder.

As Oikawa’s eyelids start to droop around nine o’clock - the earliest he’s gotten to sleep in probably months - Iwaizumi pauses the episode they’re on and sets his laptop aside.

“Stay,” Oikawa murmurs. His sleep addled brain isn’t thinking, but he’s not willing to give up the warmth Iwaizumi is exuding, and that’s all he’s thinking about.

Iwaizumi is quiet for a moment, and Oikawa thinks he hears his heart rate increase. “...Okay. Let me get up and get changed quickly though, okay? I’ll come back.”

“Come back, Iwa-chan,” he mumbles as Iwaizumi man-handles him and moves out of the bed.

“I always do.”

Oikawa feels safe when he wakes.

His head is resting on Iwaizumi’s bare chest, and Iwaizumi’s arm is curled around him. Fondness blooms in his chest - he hadn’t expected him to stay the entire night, but he is still here, his face soft and content. After a glance at the clock on his bedside table, Oikawa sees that it’s just past nine in the morning. Twelve hours. That’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in half a year.

He reaches for his phone, careful not to jostle Iwaizumi too much. Of course, he finds that he has several texts and emails. The first is from his supervisor.

Received, 08:15: Where are you?

Received, 08:19: Oikawa

Nervous, he quickly types out an apologetic response. He’s usually in the office by seven fifty.

Delivered, 08:57: i will not be in today

Delivered, 08:57: my best friend is forcing me to take a day off. i’ll make up all of my work tomorrow.

Received, 09:01: Please put in a time off request next time.

Delivered, 09:02: yes sir

That’s one down. He sifts through the four emails waiting for him. Two of them are wanting project updates, one of them is out of network requesting info, and one of them is a morning update from an intern. He responds to the intern, thanking her for her work and telling her that he’ll be back tomorrow, and flags the project update requests to work on later. There are a few texts from some of his coworkers asking about him - he hasn’t missed a day of work in over a year - and one text from his mother asking how he is.

Received, 23:19: Hi Tooru, how are you? Iwaizumi-san said you’re working yourself really hard. Please take care of yourself and come visit soon. We miss you.

Delivered, 09:06: hajime is making me take the day off today. i’ll be okay.

Delivered, 09:06: i’ll try to come home soon

He’s about to answer one of the texts from his coworkers asking about a project when Iwaizumi sleepily plucks the phone out of his hand.

“Mine.”

“Hajime,” he whines softly. “Can I have my phone back?”

“You’ve already been doing work this morning, haven’t you?” he yawns.

“Maybe.”

“Then the phone is mine.” Iwaizumi stretches and ruffles Oikawa’s hair. “Let’s make breakfast, okay?”

“You’re being so sweet to me, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa teases. “How cute!”

Iwaizumi freezes for a nearly imperceivable moment and flushes slightly. “I just care about my best friend’s health, alright?”

“Aww, Iwa-chan does care!” Oikawa’s running on false energy and fake bravado that he doesn’t usually use around Iwaizumi, but he doesn’t do anything to stop it.

“Of course I do,” he replies quietly, but his voice sounds sad. Oikawa’s heart clenches. Iwaizumi walks out of Oikawa’s room wearing only a pair of sweatpants and makes his way to the kitchen, expecting Oikawa to follow.

Oikawa hops onto the counter as Iwaizumi gathers the ingredients for pancakes. “What are we doing today?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Iwaizumi responds as he measures out some flour. “You’re going to rest your mind and body because fuck knows you need it.”

“We could invite over Makki and Mattsun,” Oikawa suggests.

“They’re both working,” Iwaizumi says, not looking up from the ingredients he’s whisking together. “Today is about you, not Makki and Mattsun.”

“Okay.”

Oikawa’s head feels weird, kinda fuzzy around the edges, like it might burst at any second. He considers that this might be the first time in a long while that he’s had more than a second to just sit and be alone with his thoughts. He tilts his head side to side and thinks to himself that he feels a little bit like a bobble head. That’s probably not good. But if he tells Iwaizumi, then that’ll lead to a lot of fussing, and -

“What are you thinking about?”

“My head feels weird?” It comes out as a question.

“Weird full or weird dizzy or weird sad or?” Iwaizumi looks up from where he’s pouring the batter in the pan.

“I think all three,” he admits. “It’s just a lot.” The honesty in that statement hits him like a sucker punch, and he wants to take it back, now Iwaiz -

“How can I help?”

“You’re already doing more than enough,” he says with a weak smile.

Iwaizumi walks over to where Oikawa is perched on the counter and gets into his personal space, looking deep into his eyes.

“H-Hajime -”

“Don’t hide things from me, Tooru,” he says lowly, eyes big and searching.

“What if I don’t know what I’m hiding?” Oikawa’s breathing is harsh, but he tries to conceal how his heart is hammering in his chest. What the fuck? It’s just Iwaizumi.

“Then tell me when you figure it out.” He pulls away and returns to the pan.

Oikawa thinks he sees a light blush on Iwaizumi’s cheeks.

Later on in the day, they’re piled together on the couch as they play MarioKart. Oikawa is leaning most of his weight on Iwaizumi, and their legs are tangled together on the coffee table. A nearly-empty bottle of white wine and two glasses are sitting on the table. The visual scene is actually fairly serene, and both of them stay quite relaxed while playing. However -

“You fucking shit!”

“I’ve been betrayed, Iwa-chan!”

“You motherfucker!”

“HA! I won, Iwa-chan lost again!”

Iwaizumi drops his controller on his lap and rubs his knuckles into Oikawa’s hair a little rougher than is necessary. “Yeah, Tooru, you did. What track next?”

“Rainbow Road?”

“No, I hate Rainbow Road,” Iwaizumi complains but navigates the cursor to it anyways.

“You just hate it because you can’t win,” Oikawa laughs. “Anyways, the track itself is pretty.”

“Of course you care about the aesthetics.”

Oikawa scoffs. “Rainbow Road is for the gays, Iwa-chan!”

…

Shit.

That had slipped out by accident. Oikawa’s heart rate increases and his eyes go big as he meets Iwaizumi’s equally wide gaze. “I mean -”

“You’re -” Iwaizumi starts. “Are you gay?” Iwaizumi asks, a cautious note to his voice.

Oikawa averts his eyes. This isn’t how he wanted this to go. Shit. Fuck. FUCK. “Uh -” he stammers. “Y-yeah.” He looks away in shame and sets his controller on the table, ready to leave and hide in his room for the rest of the day.

“That’s fine,” Iwaizumi says simply.

“You… you don’t think it’s weird?”

Iwaizumi scrunches up his face. “Nah. I’m bisexual, so it’s fine. I’d… uh, actually been wondering recently.”

“About what?”

“Your... preferences.”

“Oh.”

The silence is tense, as both men are scared to breathe, as if the moment will shatter.

“Can we play the game?”

“Gay Road, coming up,” Iwaizumi jokes, hoping to break the tension as he passes Oikawa his controller.

Oikawa laughs, loud and full, hiding his face on Iwaizumi's shoulder. This feels right, he thinks.

Oikawa wins that race, as expected. Iwaizumi wins the two rounds after - Delfino Square and then Toad’s Factory. Oikawa whines about losing two in a row, so Iwaizumi picks Oikawa’s favorite track, DK Summit, which Oikawa then wins.

They trade on and off with picking tracks for a while, each winning roughly the same amount. Oikawa makes some commentary about some of the tracks, his tongue loosened by the alcohol and after coming out.

Daisy Circuit: “It’s a lesbian undercover hookup.” “Explain?” “All the Luigi shit is a lie to distract from what’s really going on. Don’t be thick, Iwa-chan. Daisy is a lesbian and this track is about the race to a secret hookup with her lover.” “Of course it is.”

Moo Moo Meadows: “The cows are homophobic.” “Huh?” “I’m gay and they’re being mean to me. Thus, homophobic. Honestly, not that difficult of a concept. A fucking cow just dropped me four places!” “The audacity.” “Right?”

Mushroom Gorge: “Do you think Goombas are allies?” “Considering they’re working against us, no?” “Fucking assholes.”

Peach Gardens: “The continued saga of the lesbian hookup!” “How on earth?” “Look at all the traps Peach has put out for anyone who isn’t her lover! Only her lover is meant to get through, and fuck knows no Italian plumber is gonna be able to do that shit.” “You’re right, that’s exactly the story here.” “Glad you can see reason, Iwa-chan!”

Moonview Highway: “Who the fuck put eighteen wheelers on this track?” “Uh… the designers, I think.” “Not the point! I’m gay, I can’t drive! That’s why I play MarioKart, but these fucking trucks are making it too real! What the fuck!” “Maybe drunk gays shouldn’t drive, then. I’ll be happy to take the win.” “Not a chance, Iwa-chan! And I’m not drunk, I’m just well tipsy!” (Oikawa was a terrible real driver, so Iwaizumi always drove them everywhere)

Mario Circuit: “I -” “This is a classic, what could you possibly have to say about this track?” “Mario is a jealous, possessive fuck. Look at all these billboards.” “You’re one to talk.” “You love meeeeeee!” “Mhmm, I do.”

They’re two-thirds finished with the second bottle of wine when Iwaizumi cuts them off with a laugh. “I think we’re done for tonight. We’re both playing terribly.”

Oikawa drapes himself over Iwaizumi dramatically. “But doesn’t that make it more fun?” He flashes a dazzling smile. Iwaizumi’s own soft smile falters for just a second, but then it’s back.

“Not when we’re both doing this badly. Let’s go to bed, Shittykawa.”

“Will you sleep with me again?” Oikawa asks without thinking.

Iwaizumi freezes. “Okay.”

A few days later, Oikawa arrives back at the apartment after work around six o’clock - damn near a record, he thinks - but the apartment is empty. There’s no volleyball practice tonight, and Iwaizumi should have gotten out of work over an hour ago, so Oikawa is understandably concerned.

He tries to put his concern aside and attempts to make dinner for them.

Iwaizumi walks through the door around eight o’clock, after the sun has set. “Hey.”

“Where were you?” he asks, offering a plate of food that’s now cold.

Iwaizumi accepts the food and goes to microwave it. He hesitates before answering. “I had some stuff on my mind, so I went for a drive.”

That sets off some red flags - Iwaizumi hasn’t gone driving in a long time, and he usually only goes driving when he’s feeling upset or overwhelmed.

“You want to talk about it?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m a big boy,” he jokes weakly. Oikawa notices that Iwaizumi’s dark circles have gotten worse, and his shoulders are hunched. To most people he’d probably look fine, but Oikawa can tell he’s a step away from being on the verge of tears.

“Please, Hajime, talk to me,” he begs.

Iwaizumi ignores the beeping microwave in favor of petting Oikawa’s hair gently. “I’m not okay, but I’ll figure it out, okay?”

“Let me make it okay.”

Iwaizumi laughs weakly and moves to get his food. “You can’t do that. Trust me. This is all on me.”

“Do you want to sleep in my bed with me tonight? You seem to sleep better there,” Oikawa offers, a strange fluttering feeling in his chest.

“No,” Iwaizumi responds, a bit too quickly. “I - I’ll be fine. But thank you, Tooru. You’re the best friend I could ask for.” He takes a bite of the food and tries to hide a grimace. “But I’ll keep cooking. Thank you for dinner, though.”

Oikawa doesn’t push it any further. Iwaizumi goes to bed right after he finishes eating, leaving no room for any further conversation.

Oikawa lays in bed for a while thinking about Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi has always told him whenever he’d be home late; he’s never just not sent him a text and come home that late. That was usually Oikawa’s move. And Iwaizumi had gone for a drive for all that time, which was another red flag. It’s been a few years since the last time Iwaizumi went driving, but Oikawa knows why he does. Iwaizumi had explained it at one time.

He’d said , “I dunno, I just find driving really relaxing. When I feel like everything in my life is really overwhelming and out of my control, when I’m driving, I’m in control of everything that happens to the car. It’s a bad thought, but I’m in control of whether or not I live or die when I’m behind the wheel. And when life’s getting to be overwhelming, I need to regain the control, I guess. There’s also the kind of melancholic euphoria is what I’d call it. It’s the feeling I get when I’m driving twenty-five above the speed limit on the freeway with the windows down, music loud, when I’m alone and sad and scared. Like, I’m going just fast enough to just barely scare myself into paying attention, and the wind and music are fun, and there’s a kind of melancholic overarching aura to the whole thing because I’m alone and sad in the first place. I don’t think it makes sense, but that’s why I drive when I’m overwhelmed and need to escape. I guess it’s self care.”

He thinks about the words and how they can apply to Iwaizumi now, but Iwaizumi hasn’t told him about anything going wrong or overwhelming him right now. Eventually, he gives up and succumbs to sleep.

Around midnight, just as Oikawa is on the verge of sleep, he hears Iwaizumi talking in his room. Confused, Oikawa pushes his covers back and treads over to the wall that separates their walls, and, indeed, Iwaizumi is talking, whether to himself or someone else. The words are muffled.

“Foolish… he’s not… And what if he thinks… Makki, I can’t… He doesn’t know. You know how… Yeah, uh huh. He’s been like this… it hurts. Hate seeing that… I don’t know how long I can do this… Running himself into… No, I… He’s too busy… just another burden on him… bullshit feelings… Fucking nine years, Makki, he doesn’t know… I’m hopeless… hurts… Whatever. Goodnight.”

Oikawa is still standing by the wall nearly three minutes later, trying to decipher what he’d heard, but none of the words are making sense together. Someone is hurting Iwaizumi, someone that means a lot to him, by the way Iwaizumi was talking. Iwaizumi hasn’t told him about anyone new, which means that he’s lying to Oikawa, a thought that makes his chest clench.

Whoever’s hurting Iwaizumi is going to regret the day they were born.

Oikawa regrets the day he was born.

Okay, maybe not that far back. Maybe just when he accepted his job from hell. That’s a bit better.

The following weeks pass in a blur of paperwork, emails, and assignments. He stops going to volleyball practice, which greatly upsets Iwaizumi and his coach, but he’s falling behind on both his work and his school work, so volleyball just doesn’t have a place in his life. Work has been getting worse as his supervisor adds more and more to his plate.

It’s the third night Oikawa spends overnight at the office that Iwaizumi demands he stand up to his supervisor and have some of his responsibilities taken off. Of course, Oikawa doesn’t, because he’s a loyal, dedicated corporate employee.

Iwaizumi has been a saint, and Oikawa thinks he probably couldn’t survive without his best friend. He makes sure that Oikawa eats at least one meal per day - a struggle, to say the least - and checks up on him multiple times per day to make sure he’s okay. Most nights, he’s still waiting up for him on the couch in the living room to ask how Oikawa’s day at work went, even if he doesn’t get home until eleven (usually Oikawa’s answer is “shitty but it’s whatever”). On Sundays - now Oikawa’s only “day off”, but he’s still on call - they usually stay in the apartment and watch movies together. Or, Oikawa naps on Iwaizumi’s lap while he watches a movie Oikawa chose.

As the weeks pass, Oikawa notices Iwaizumi’s energy depleting but doesn’t think much of it.

They obviously haven’t had much time to talk, but Oikawa knows that Iwaizumi’s been taking more hours at his own job. Iwaizumi isn’t going for his masters like Oikawa, so he’s at an entry level position at an architectural firm. Iwaizumi hasn’t talked about his own job in nearly a month, but last Oikawa heard, he enjoys it well enough.

He can’t think of any reason why Iwaizumi might be getting tired.

At least, not until he gets more information he probably wasn’t meant to have (it was an honest mistake, promise).

Oikawa gets home early one night, but the apartment is quiet. There’s a note on the kitchen table in Iwaizumi’s handwriting.

“If you get home before I get back, I’m out for a drive. I don’t have my phone on me. I’ll be home in a few hours. There’s some leftovers in the fridge. -Hajime”

The line that keeps repeating in his mind is “I don’t have my phone.”

Something’s very, very wrong with Iwa-chan.

The last time Iwaizumi went on a drive without his phone was during their first year of university, and it was probably the darkest time of his entire life. He only does that when he feels so out of control that he just wants to scare himself and disappear.

What’s happened that he’s not telling me?

Oikawa’s heart races and his breathing quickens as he dials picks a contact in his phone and presses call. Pick up pick up pick up.

“Yo.”

“Makki,” he all but croaks.

Hanamaki falters on the other end of the line, clearly picking up on Oikawa’s distress. “O-okay, uh, what’s up, Oikawa?”

“What’s wrong with Iwa-chan?”

“What do you mean?” there’s a certain tone to Makki’s voice that Oikawa picks up on. He knows something.

“He’s been driving again, Makki. He hasn’t done that in years. And I got home early, and he went out without his phone,” Oikawa says quickly. He feels like he’s overreacting, but, if he knows his best friend, Iwaizumi doesn’t get upset easily. This has been building for a long time. “He hasn’t done that in years. What happened?”

“I…” Makki pauses. “Fuck, Iwaizumi,” he swears to himself. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” Oikawa screeches.

“First, ouch, mind your voice. Second, I made a promise not to tell you,” he says. The emphasis is clear. “I won’t betray Iwaizumi’s trust, but I’m worried about him. It’s been eating him up.”

“Why me specifically?”

“It’s about you, Oikawa.”

And his world comes crashing down.

“What… what do you mean?” he asks weakly. His voice is faint and his throat feels like it’s closing up as he backs up and falls onto the couch before his legs give way.

Makki sighs. “You don’t realize how much that man cares for you. It’s going to kill him. He might’ve reached his breaking point. He’s been watching you tear yourself apart and it’s hurting him.”

“What?”

“Honestly, can you not say anything else?” Makki jokes. “I’m not going to say more, though. You need to talk to him about it.”

“I… I don’t understand,” Oikawa whispers, voice cracking.

“Shit,” he swears. “Don’t cry okay? He’ll be home soon enough, and you guys can talk about it.”

“Fuck, Makki,” he rasps.

At that moment, he hears a key in the door lock, prompting him to hang up the phone without even saying goodbye. He doesn’t even wipe away the tear tracks on his cheeks. The door swings open carefully, revealing a very dejected-looking Iwaizumi.

Oikawa supposes that this is what all these weeks have been leading up to. Iwaizumi’s back is hunched, his eye bags are abysmal, his spiky hair is even messier than usual, and his facial expression is barely holding it together. He’s wearing sweatpants and an old practice t-shirt. Iwaizumi doesn’t acknowledge Oikawa as he drags his feet into the kitchen and drops his keys. He crumples up the note he’d left and sighs deeply before running a hand through his hair.

Something is very, very wrong with Iwa-chan.

“Hajime?” he says quietly.

“Fuck!” Iwaizumi jumps violently and whips towards where Oikawa is sitting on the couch. “How long have you been there?”

“I’ve been home for like half an hour.”

Their eyes lock and realization dawns in Iwaizumi’s eyes. “I -”

“Hajime, we need to talk,” he says and nods towards the seat next to him.

“Uh - yeah,” Iwaizumi agrees, albeit somewhat reluctantly. “Have you been crying?”

“We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you,” Oikawa says, haphazardly wiping at his cheeks. “Something’s wrong. What is it?”

“I’ll be fi -”

“Don’t pull that bullshit with me. You haven’t gone driving without your phone since the last time you were suicidal. Cut the shit, Hajime, and talk,” he snaps, eyes fiery. “You’ve never kept anything from me,” he continues, voice softer. “So why now?”

Iwaizumi pointedly doesn’t look at Oikawa, but thankfully doesn’t dance around the topic. He sighs. “I care a lot about you, Tooru.”

“Mhmm.”

“Like, it might kill me, how much I care about you,” he says cautiously. “And recently, you’ve been working yourself so hard, it’s been hurting you. And seeing you in such bad shape and knowing there’s nothing I can do to help except try to make sure you don’t die of starvation… It’s been killing me. I can’t stand to see you hurting.”

“But I haven’t been hurting,” Oikawa argues.

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“Point taken, but I don’t understand why it’s so bad.”

“Fucking idiot, I’m in love with you,” Iwaizumi growls, but there’s no true bite. “Have been for like nine years or some bullshit. You own my heart, Tooru. You could throw it fucking whereever, and that’s where it would go, whether you’re aware of it or not. So, I mean, it’s bad enough to watch your best friend work himself into the ground and not be able to help it. But I’ve been trying my damndest to not let this goddamn crush get in the way of our friendship for so fucking long while still taking care of you because fuck knows you need it. You’re a fucking piece of work, you know that, right? But I can’t bear to lose you, Tooru, and you’ve never implied you want anything more, and we’ve always been friends, so… Uh secrets it is for me, I guess.”

Oikawa meets his eyes. “Fuck, Hajime. Fuck.”

Conflicted doesn’t begin to describe Oikawa at this moment in time. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about Iwaizumi in a romantic context before - on the contrary, it actually came to the forefront of his mind mildly frequently. Like, for example, how much he likes waking up in Iwaizumi’s arms, or how much he likes cuddling while they watch movies or while he naps on Sundays. Or, how they go out on what could be considered dates already. Before Oikawa’s job got insane, they’d go to dinner just the two of them at least once a week and spent tons of time together. An outsider would probably think they were boyfriends, he supposes. But on the flip side, dating friends is a double-edged sword. The possibility of ruining the friendship is very, very real, and is very, very, very scary. However -

“Jesus, Tooru, please say or do something else before I combust,” Iwaizumi begs, balling his fists in the hem of his t-shirt.

“How about this?” Oikawa asks before leaning in and pressing their lips together gently. Oh, and it is wonderful. Iwaizumi inhales sharply and kisses back more firmly, reaching up to cup Oikawa’s face with one hand. He tugs lightly on soft brown curls and runs his tongue along Oikawa’s lower lip, a small noise escaping his throat when Oikawa’s lips open for his tongue to slip through. The movements aren’t rushed or feverish. Everything is slow and sweet, just an exploration, as they pull each other closer, Oikawa eventually ending up on Iwaizumi’s lap.

Iwaizumi pulls back wetly. “Uh -” he starts. “Y-yeah, that works.”

“Iwa-chan, will you be my boyfriend?” Oikawa asks, heart pounding.

“Of course.”

Delivered, 21:33: hey makki it kinda worked out

Received, 21:34: Good. Deal with your own shit.

Received, 21:34: Happy for you guys

15 March, 15:45

To: Social Division Management

From: Oikawa Tooru

Subject: Project Division

Hello,

In light of some changes in my personal life and reasonable workload, I’m putting in a formal request to lessen my workload. Over the past six or so months, I’ve been putting in a massive number of hours in order to compensate for the workload for which I have been assigned. This was possible for a short term, but is no longer a possibility for me. In addition, it is not in my job description to be working overnight, over 40 hours, or past eight PM for general duties. My request is to either lessen my personal load or to have 3+ more interns assigned to my department exclusively.

Thank you,

Oikawa Tooru

Marketing Supervisor, Social Division

16 March, 10:13

To: Oikawa Tooru

From: Social Division Management

Subject: Re: Project Division

Oikawa,

We will work with upper management on finding a solution.

Social Division Management

[Time Request Off]

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- APPROVED, SEE NOTE -

Note: Approved

“This is the first true vacation you’ve had since you started this job?”

“Yeah,” Oikawa replies, leaning into his boyfriend. The train rumbles underfoot. “Thank you for everything.”

“Thank you,” Iwaizumi whispers, punctuating each word with a gentle kiss to the tip of Oikawa’s nose.

“Dork,” Oikawa laughs, burying his head in Iwaizumi’s shoulder.

“A dork you love though, right?” Iwaizumi teases as he drops his head on top of Oikawa.

“Always.”

#my writing #iwaoi #iwaoi fanfic #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #light angst #they're both suffering #friends to lovers #hq #hq fanfic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! fanfic #tooru oikawa #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x oikawa

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fickleminder · 4 years ago

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For Wild Area Ranger, do they ever meet up with any of the other gym leaders?

(Sorry for the wait! This one got away from me >.<)

Milo + Nessa

- It’s a well-known fact that the first three gym leaders in the circuit are close. Kabu himself had shared with you that Milo and Nessa were two of his first friends in Galar, and you think their little tradition of sending off successful gym challengers from Motostoke is really sweet

- One day you make your way towards North Lake Miloch where Kabu had requested you deliver some rare berries. When you reach the designated meeting spot however, you find that he isn’t alone; Turffield’s and Hulbury’s gym leaders are there too, helping to set up camp and chatting with one another amicably

- You’re about to ask Gallade to drop off the berries discreetly, not wanting to disturb their private gathering, when Milo spots you and waves you over

- Turns out you’ve been invited to one of their regular meetups under the guise of berry delivery and since you’ve so helpfully provided them the ingredients for lunch, they simply have to feed you in return

- (Sneaky old man)

- Despite his size, Milo is super gentle with your pokemon and really friendly too. He’s brought along one of the Wooloos from his farm and you can’t get enough of petting the cute sheep. You think you can sleep forever if you use it as a pillow

- Nessa is easily more intimidating and you feel extremely underdressed compared to her. You certainly never expected her to stride up to you and shake your hand while thanking you for keeping the waters clean

- You’ve been fishing out trash from the lakes in the Wild Area as part of your duties but you have no idea how she found out about it

- Lunch is delicious and you learn that Kabu is actually a pretty skilled cook. You pick up some tips from him along the way and generally have a good time with the three gym leaders

- (Kabu doesn’t say it, but he thinks Milo and Nessa have already decided to adopt you as their little sibling)

Bea + Allister

- Bea trains in the Wild Area every now and then. She’s always super focused doing drills with her team: running, lifting boulders, practicing her katas, and sparring with her Machamp

- You still can’t wrap your head around the fact that she can keep up with the superpower pokemon, like, sweet Arceus —

- Of course she’s more than capable of handling herself so you generally stay out of her way

- (Yes it’s a coincidence that you always seem to be heading in the opposite direction whenever you happen to see her. No she doesn’t scare you, what nonsense)

- Allister, on the other hand, likes to hang out at the Watchtower Ruins

- Golurk had wandered off from camp one night while you were preparing dinner and you’re out looking for it when you feel something grab the back of your jacket and yank —

- (In hindsight, Allister had only been tugging at the hem of your shirt but your nerves were at an all-time high and frankly you’re surprised the sheer volume of your scream didn’t immediately summon the rest of your team to investigate)

- Not too far behind Allister is none other than Golurk, who looks awfully gleeful watching the two of you scare a decade off each other’s lives

- The gym leader says he has a message for you from Golurk. It wants to apologize for giving you a concussion during that horrible battle on Axew’s Eye all those months ago

- You don’t blame it of course, you never did, and you feel bad that Golurk still harbors guilt over that incident

- Allister scurries away with a meek nod after you thank him and you resolve to give Golurk an extra large serving of curry later as it walks you back to camp

Opal

- The Wild Area may be your main base of operations, but that doesn’t mean you don’t take time to explore the other cities in the region during the off season

- Ballonlea is as mystical as they say; the pretty lights and glowing mushrooms really add to the whole atmosphere and you’re glad you made the effort to visit

- You’re about to trek through Glimwood Tangle when you’re approached by Opal, who’s just emerging from the forest herself

- Her intense stare sends shivers down your spine; she seems to be looking right into your soul, and you find yourself instinctively standing at attention as she scrutinizes you

- It feels like hours before Opal suddenly smiles, shaking her head and making her way back to the gym

- “Not enough pink,” you hear as she walks past you

- You can’t help but think you just failed some kind of test

Gordie + Melony

- Circhester is another city you’ve been wanting to visit for some time now. The Hero’s Bath is one of the hallmarks of Galar’s rich history and you hope to check it out while you’re there

- You decide to grab lunch first and treat yourself to a nice meal at a restaurant. Bob’s Your Uncle is highly recommended on Galar’s tourism page so in you go

- It’s hard to decide what to get; there aren’t many pictures in the menu so you end up looking around at other people’s dishes, seeing if there’s anything that piques your interest —

- When the waitress arrives to take your order, you lower your voice and point subtly at the table next to you. “Can I get what he’s having?”

- You’re surprised Gordie isn’t swarmed by fans while dining in public seeing as he’s pretty recognizable. He seems to be enjoying his steak though, so it’s worth a try

- So. Good. You can’t go back to curry anymore after this

- After that satisfying meal, it’s time to hit the Hero’s Bath

- Lapras’ pokeball rattles excitedly when you approach the hot spring (she can never resist a nice pool of water), and you try not to draw too much attention to yourself as you whisper furiously to her, promising her a long soak later if she behaves now

- There’s a tap on your shoulder and you turn around, ready to apologize for causing a scene, but the words get stuck in your throat when you find yourself face-to-face with Melony herself

- Winking, she tells you that her own Lapras is the same and suggests Circhester Bay as a relaxing place to let her out for a swim later

- You stammer out some form of thanks before booking it out of there in embarrassment

Piers

- It feels a bit like cheating when you’re watching a concert for free

- To be fair, you’re perched high up on one of the buildings in Spikemuth to avoid the mosh pit below and the music coming from the stage is somewhat muffled, so it’s not exactly a HD experience

- You bury yourself in Corviknight’s feathers for warmth as you hear Piers sing, bopping your head along with the melody and clapping instead when his fans scream and cheer in support

- It’s a nice way to unwind after a long day at work; Piers’ songs are a little rough around the edges, but they’re really catchy and they never fail to put you in a better mood. No wonder he’s consistently trending on Galar’s radio stations

- You freeze when Corviknight suddenly covers you with his wings. Trusting your pokemon’s instincts, you remain as still as possible

- After a minute or so, the giant bird nudges you onto his back and prepares for takeoff, flying you back to the safety of the Wild Area

- Neither of you realize that Piers knows you’ve been there all along, his eyes tracking Corviknight’s dark silhouette as it cuts through the night sky

#writing #wild area ranger #pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years ago

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Rated -ℜ- for Roleplaying

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Come closer if you dare,

 Call me Imp, a multidimensional being who has made it her mission to travel through various dimensions in order to post her humble request on this website. Nah… just kidding, but you may still call me Imp ;) I am a lady in her twenties who has a penchant for roleplaying, writing, and drawing. You know, the Holy Trinity. I am a huge nerd and aesthetic lover boy - plain and simple. One of my main passions is video-games, illustrating, comics, live-action films, series and anime/cartoon shows, something I grew up and eventually fell in love with.   A friend recommended me to post an ad on this website and so I eventually figured, why not give it a shot? It couldn’t be any worse than receiving no messages at all. I’ve been roleplaying for a few years now and gradually gathered a good amount of experience throughout the years, but it's always fun to meet and learn something new. Name: Imp Age: 27 years Experience: 11 years Preferences: 1:1 Roleplaying Partner: Should be at least [18+], but I rather much prefer my counterpart to be 21 years or older EMAIL: [email protected] I am a very creative sort of individual with hundreds of ideas constantly swarming through in my head. And I am very spontaneous too, so I can always adjust to a new setting, depending on how good and compelling the concept is.  Inspirations come from various sources and origins, be it a fandom (an already existing universe) or an original storyline. Please read through these paragraphs before you decide to contact me! It's important to avoid any misunderstanding later! And I would less likely respond to a message with the title ‘Hey, wanna rp?’, since I hadn’t had any good experiences with these said messages. Thank you. °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ☥ ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ☥ ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° Communication: It’s certainly chill. You can talk to me about whatever occupies your mind since I am very open and always happy to listen to others. I also tend to be chatty, sharing a meme every now and to loosen up the mood. If you consider choosing me as your roleplaying partner, be sure to maintain a certain consistency. I have nothing against going on a longer break or even a hiatus, but the whole `ghosting stick´ is something I have no patience for. So if you’re unsure of upholding a stable, long term partnership, feel free to skim past this ad. Plotting: Also very important to note! I am fairly quick when it comes to building new characters, concepts, premises, storylines, backstories, etc… This means there is certain flexibility available which allows me to adjust more often than not. Even though this is a hobby, I am still extremely passionate about good storytelling and interesting character arcs. I hope to meet someone who is just as enthusiastic and willing to put in the same amount of effort as I am. If it’s only me who's pulling all the weight, I will lose interest fast, just to get it out there. Aside from that, I love going a little crazy with the possibilities and push things to their absolute limits. Of course within the boundaries of the given setting. Pairing & Romance: Okay, right off the bat, I am a hopeless romantic through and through. I enjoy good and strong chemistry between characters just as much as the next, and this will be no exception. I prefer the good ol’ MxF pairing because I have more experience with this. But I also like playing a FxF dynamic or MxM. Everyone is welcome! When it comes to pairing itself, I want to make sure our creations are compatible, for I hate forcing characters into a romantic relationship for the sake of progression. A natural flow is what I am aiming for. ;) Mature? Yes, very mature: Adult and taboo topics are absolute. There’s no way around it because, in my stories, it’s a running theme. The adult world is not easy to handle, but it’s interesting to explore. That includes violence, cursing, shocking content, and all that dark stuff. My limits are few, safe for a couple of minor pet peeves that I have, I am pretty much open to some experimentation. When it comes to action-heavy scenes (be it an intimate situation between two characters or something on a cataclysmic scale), I won’t fade to black since I am not a huge fan of censoring. However, I will not force or push my partner into something they are not comfortable with. If you want to know the extent to how far I am willing to go, what sort of content or how detailed my writing will be, you can ask me directly. As for smut or lemons, whatever you call it, it will never be the focus of any of my roleplays, but I enjoy a good erotic scene with a lot of tension (if they are good). Boundaries: Not a big fan of things like pedophilia, necrophilia, scat, bestiality, and those dreaded ‘futas’. Inspirations and interests: There’s a pretty broad spectrum that I deem interesting and inspirational. From fallen angels and demon/monster hunters, mages, criminal masterminds, cybernetically enhanced characters to futuristic dystopian settings, ancient kingdoms who have fallen against the test of time. All of it causes my heart to skip a beat. For original content, I’ll just give a brief list of bullet points of the general themes that fall in line with my interests. Writing: My texts are lengthy, detailed, and elaborate. Third-person is usually my preferred way of playing my character unless there’s a special case where an exception can be made. Word count usually fluctuates, though I have a standard form of 400-500+ words per response. It also highly depends on the given situation. I don’t want to set anything in stone… just to give you a basic idea of what you’re in for. I also expect my partner to have an at least adequate, if not decent grasp on basic grammar and punctuation. Doubling: Yes, absolutely! If you are prone to doubling, chances are I might accept you as my partner straight away! Although I have nothing against the simple form of roleplaying, doubling is something I’ve done since my first time joining. Characters: Very character-driven with the main focus being on interaction. I take my time writing characters and love nothing more than well-structured sheets that illustrate the vision of its creator. Of course, there’s no need to write 10-20 pages worth of character information, but I wouldn’t want to limit you either. As for the depiction of the given character, I won’t be as presumptuous as to tell you what sort of medium you can and cannot use. Face claims such as photos of real models, illustrations, 3D models, drawings or descriptions are all okay. As long as it gets its point across, I am happy. Aversions: A few minor things that irritate me, or let's say, aren’t really my style are one-liners, low effort responses and out of character behaviors in canon characters. We all have different takes on characters, which is totally fine by me since I basically do the same. Though if the character acts and behaves unlike their personality dictates, it will break the immersion. I hope to stay true to my own words when saying this. If it happens on my side, just let me know! Another pet peeve of mine is that one plot that has been done time and time again…. and I’ve grown quite jaded towards it, which is ‘supernaturals trying to fit into human society’ thing… I mean, I’m not opposed to borrowing from this idea, but for me, it grew old pretty fast. Speaking from experience. ;( Passione: My wish is to find a partner whom I can have a good time with and develop some chemistry. After all it is a fun hobby. We both should have fun with what we’re writing. Brainstorming among other things is one of my favorite things to do. To see how things unfold and how the characters react to the given situation is the highlight of any story. °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ☥ ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ☥ ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° FANDOM: I love roleplaying fandoms just as much as I have a blast with building something original universes. Worldbuilding is my preferred cup of tea… but if we opt for something more fandom inspired, I highly welcome in on expanding on the given universe and add some original lore too!

Hellsing: Haven’t done that one before and I am curious as to how things play out, especially in such a dark and mystifying universe like Hellsing. There’s a lot of subject matter that we can delve into, plus I am a big fan of powerful vampire characters!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: I would love you for this. No, seriously, I would. This fandom has sucked me into a downward spiral and there’s no possible chance of escaping this inescapable void. The absolute insanity of this franchise had me hooked from the second I laid eyes on it and I would be forever ecstatic if you’d message me on behalf of roleplaying Jojo. I have plenty of ideas for this one, just you wait.

Full Metal Alchemist: One of my favorite mangas and animes ever made. Recently I’ve begun rewatching FMA Brotherhood and felt a small hint of nostalgia swelling inside my blackened heart. I’d be open to play it, though it is not one of my top cravings at the moment.

Justice League / Young Justice / Justice League Dark: Huge DC fan, though I much prefer the animations and comics over the live-action cinematic. Let's just say, I like the expansive and dynamic set of possibilities and deep, well-written cast. For instance Hellblazer Constantine or Raven.

Bayonetta: Need I say more? Let’s dance boys!

APH Hetalia: That includes the 2P version ;)

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Supernatural: From angels to demons, from gods to monsters, I’ve seen it all and I absolutely love it. There can be any sort of creature or being involved, ranging from vampires to sirens to elves, you have it. However, I’ve never done something quite relating to angelic beings and their offspring before. I’ve read up on Nephilim and angels and found it rather fascinating, and it’s a different approach from the usual vampire vs werewolf cliche.

Crime and intrigue: I never stray too far from the supernatural path, but hell, there’s nothing better than some good old gritty mafia inspired stories with a complex cast of characters and a solid storyline.

Sci-fi and urban fantasy: So this could be basically anything from genetically engineered superhuman (superheroes / - villains) with a dark take on the human psyche, dismantling the idea of heroism and villainy. Or a world where mankind began their interstellar journey to colonize neighboring planets, galaxies before transcending their own humanity by merging themselves with deadly technology. I have a few plans for this…

Historical and mysterious setting: So one of my favorite eras is the Victorian time period, 30s - 40s - 80s, Renaissance or Ancient times during the rise of the Egyptian / Roman / Sumerian Empire. During these times, a dark discovery was made by man, learning that they were not alone in this world. In fact, they weren’t even the supreme race that destined themselves to dominate the world, for another race of humanoids have lied dormant deep beneath the earth, slumbering through the millennia only to be re-awakened by a cataclysmic event. These ancient humanoids are gods among men, superior in every way imaginable, and they have made it their mission to reclaim their right to rule. But their nature is not what most people think it is…

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 If you’re still here and haven’t fallen asleep reading through my loooong paragraphs, then I would like to thank you for bearing with me this far. I am looking forward to your messages.   Have a wonderful day ;)

#indie rp #indie roleplay #independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #para #semipara #long term #email #spn rp #smut rp #dc rp #aou rp #submission

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occasional-darksides-doodles · 6 years ago

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Hells Cross Academy: Sanders sides AU

Hells Cross Academy is a school for the supernatural to go, whether it be demons, demigods, wolves, woodnyphs, elf's, or the undead, if your supernatural that's your one stop shop for education.

The giant castle is on the end of Hells Cross Valley, Connected to Cross Counter City. The school receives a significant amount of funding every year, and will continue to get more with the increasing halfling population.

In Hells Cross we have many classes such as potion making, magic, dark arts, science, arts, theater, computing, game design, English, Japanese, draconic, demonic, elvish, lycancy study, and may other wonderful programs.

Students from all around the globe and in the globe travel to the school for top notch education.

Our dorms are always in pristine conditions for both teachers and students to use! Dorms can hold up to 9 in a small community housing like room, as each room is about the size of a 4 bedroom apartment, and sharing is recommended by staff so the children may make friends with each other.

The communal dorm housing room has 2 bathrooms, 1 open space kitchen, 1 living area, 4 bedrooms with 2 inbuilt study areas and large walk in robes, and a storage room for those who may need it, such as witches and sorcerers.

Hells Cross Academy has a relaxed uniform policy while on school grounds, but the uniform is recommend for those who may be taking the built in train system to Cross Counter City or Hells Cross Valley.

Potion material collection is between 5-9 pm, those who wish to go at a custom time or early morning please speak with madam dragon witch, as she will accompany a small group out. Those who sneak out past curfew (half an hour past midnight) will be punished and put under house arrest.

The cafeteria is open from 4 am till 10 minutes before curfew, and custom orders are open. Please use your student allowance to buy food, and if you are having trouble please speak to some of our staff.

Your student allowance is 2000 a month, which is used for everything, from food to clothes to travel to replacing broken supplies. Students in the technology, fashion, theater, arts, music, and outer knowledge language departments shall be granted and extra 1000 if needed. Please use your allowance wisely.

If you run out of money there are many jobs you can get at Cross Counter City and you will be granted extra help for being a student at Hells Cross Academy.

If you have any remaining questions about your time here at our school please contact principal Thomas J. Sanders or Madam Draconia Wither (Dragon Witch). Thank you for your time and enjoy your education at Hells Cross Academy.

Orientation is mandatory and in 5 days (Monday).

- Principal Thomas J. Sanders & Vice principal Tallen Kat

Characters

Virgil Blackwitch

She is the so called "Princess of Hells Cross High", a genderfluid shape shifter who loves causing mischief and slacking off. She changes his gender whenever they feel like it. Child of the queen of Hell, Lucifer. There father is a shape shifter so he is a half shape shifter. He always wears his crown due to missing home, but plays it off as showing off his power. After an encounter with Roman prince (see below) Virgil tends to stay far away from him. (I'll be drawing him when he feels like a boy as well don't worry)

Age: 16

Gender: genderfluid

Sexually: questioning

Team: Aspect

Likes: friends, spiders, mischief, hot coco.

Dislikes: Prince Pain! Studying, getting in trouble or caught causing trouble.

Proficiencies: most magic (black specifically), potion making, shape shifting, witch craft.

Familiar: spider named Charles.

Weapon: grim reaper scythe (a gift from his mother).

Patton heart

Patton heart is the son of the grim reaper and is half human half reaper. He is best friends with Virgil and Logan. He puts on a nonthreatening appearance so people won't be so afraid of him. He is next in line in his family to be the grim reaper even though he doesn't want to, and is trying to make friends and enjoy life while he's here. He and Virgil have known each other since they where kids and there family is very close, they are best friends and Patton has a crush on Virgil. (normally wears a white hooded cape with a heart on the back, also he's covered in freckles but the app doesn't have a freckle option)

Age: 16

Gender: male

Sexually: panromantic ace

Team: Aspect

Likes: helping people, colorful band aids, Virgil, friends

Dislikes: mean people, accidentally hurting people, spiders

Proficiencies: hand to hand combat, black, magic, social skills, most languages, animal communication

Familiar: a cat named purrline, a little ghost who's watching over Patton (sent by his father)

Weapon: family scythe, has a needle in his backpack he also uses.

Roman prince

Roman is a celestial demi-god, his father is a half human half witch, while his mother is a celestial goddess. He came to the school on his parents request, and wants to marry Virgil, whom he believes is the person he's destined to marry from a prophecy he was told as a child. The prophecy in question was one where a heroic demi god born from the celestial goddess would join the sky's above and the depths below by defeating the evil prince born from the queen of hell with love, joining the two kingdoms in a peace treaty. He's very certain that Virgil is the one from the prophecy (and totally not because Virgil is super cute or anything nahhh). Hes very heroic and strong headed so he tends to act before thinking (ie. Proposing to Virgil in the middle of the hallway). He and the dragon witch do not get along to a point where its almost comical to watch them argue. His halo is actually a color humans and non celestial beings can't comprehend, thus it looks blue in the day and yellow at night, and it always glows. He wears his hair in a high bun (his hair goes a little past his shoulders when down).

Age: 17

Gender: bigender (agender and male)

Sexually: questioning

Team: Aspect

Likes: Virgil ♡, astrology, acting, singing, friends

Dislikes: being ignored, violence, spiders, the Dragon Witch!

Proficiencies: hand to hand combat, mele and sword fighting, white and light magic, astrology, all languages, most creative classes and skills.

Familiar: poko the pup (he changes from household pet to ferocious monster when need be)

Weapon: hero's sword (it's a regular sword he's had since he was a kid)

Logan Crofter

Logan Crofter is half woodnymph half wearwolf (part witch). his mother is a woodnymph and his father is a half-witch infected with lycanthropy. nobody knew logans father had lycanthropy, not even Logan's father, and they didn't find out until Logan's mother was already pregnant. Logan didnt show signs of lycanthropy until age 12, when he grew ears and a tail over the course of a week. he has a crush on patton. Flowers grow from his hair and tail when he's emotional. He covers the scratch marks on his cheeks with bandaids Patton gives him. He hates most magic and supernatural courses. He sticks around his roommates because there the only people he really knows. He's anti social and has autism (aspergers).

Age: 15 (3 months off becoming 16)

Gender: questioning (thinking demi boy or trigender)

Sexually: homoromantic demisexual

Team: Aspect

likes: science, astronomy, plants, reading, Patton, some potion making.

Dislikes: loud noise, weed killer, cages, full moons, magic class

Proficiencies: english, maths, computing, literacy, gardening, animal communication, animal handling, beast training, witch craft.

Familiar: none

Weapon: his claws, plant life, or offensive magic (witch craft)

Dolion Viper

Dolion Viper is the son of Dolos, his mother is a naga. He likes the others a lot. He doesn't like to mention the fact he's a demigod since he doesn't want people to be scared of him. He's not very social and sticks to the others. Most people call him Deceit since nobody but the group knows his real name. He tends to let his pet python penny rest around his shoulders when he goes out and is very rarely seen without her. He has a slight lisp when pronouncing the letter S, and gets embarrassed by it. His snake tail moves to convey how he's feeling, and he can use it like an extra arm. He has pointed elf like ears but he tends to wear a cat ear shaped beanie to hide them. He has a crush on everyone in the group and struggles to hide it, half of them know already. He wears his hair in a little pony tail.

Age: 17

Gender: gender fluid

Sexually: gay

Team: Esper (later moved to Aspect)

Likes: snakes, nature, painting, acting, friends, the others ♡

Dislikes: rude people, stereotypes, maths, cold weather

Proficiencies: animal handling, animal communication, beast training, dark arts, black magic, most creative classes and skills.

Familar: fox named Vixen, a 1'5 ft python named penny.

Weapon: multiple magical scissors, his tome.

Remy Paralax

Remy Paralax is a half alicorn sandman. He likes manipulating peoples dreams and causing mischif. he can use magic from his horn and can manipulate/sit and sleep on clouds. he doesnt like when people pull on his tail or hair (especially his ponytail) and will try to smack you. His stomach, legs (knee's down), and random patches around his body are a soft lavender. He tends to hang out in the city more then on the school grounds, and despite never going through his school allowance, works at a coffee shop called madam espresso, he gets paid in free coffee. He likes Virgil's attitude and tends to hang around him. Alot of people refer to Remy as Virgil's lacky, despite Virgil absolutely despising that term since Remy is one of his best friends. He's pretty efficient with a bat and has a nasty hit if he manages to hit you, most of the time he'll knock your head off.

Age: 17

Gender: trigender (male, female, agender)

Sexually: pan

Team: currently waiting to be assigned one

Likes: coffee, starbucks, sleeping, dreams, mischif

Dislikes: being woken up, daylight, yelling, spicy things

Proficiencies: physical combat, hand to hand combat, mele combat, baseball, white magic, weather patterns, cooking, drawing, animal handling, animal communication, beast taming.

Familiar: enchanti the giant rabbit (sent by his mother to keep him out of trouble)

Weapon: baseball bat

Emilie Pacini

Emilie Pacini is a unrestable spirit currently possesing a life sized doll. they love femmine clothing and lean more to the femminie side of the gender spectrum. Emilie isnt much of a fighter and as such only has magic to defend herself. he can posses other people with consent. He is on a waiting list to get a human body of a recently deceased, but its difficult because he's so young. He still ages (like all permanent spirits) and constantly has to modify the doll whenever he feels like she's supposed to grow, cut hair, adjust weight ect. But because of the limitations of the doll they can't be there actual weight, which tends to depress him slightly. She's training to become a nurse and knows a phenomenal amount of healing, calming, soothing, sleeping, ect. Magic, but knows very little combat magic. Absolutely hates people making fun of his appearance.

Age: 15 (16 in 1 month)

Gender: genderfluid (feels bigender male and female most of the time)

Sexuality: demisexual

Team: Esper (later moved to Aspect)

Likes: soft toys, disney, cartoons, puppets, friends

Dislikes: fire, sharp objects, salt, holy water, yelling

Proficiencies: white magic, healing magic, calming magic, music, woodwork/doll crafting, craft in general, medicine, psychology, biology, science, potion/medicine making.

Familiar: none

Weapon: none, uses magic to defend herself

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years ago

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Survey #191

“i got a baseball bat beside my bed to fight off what’s inside my head.”

Museum date or aquarium date? I suppose aquarium. Have you ever been a part of a protest or a march? No. Do you play any video games? Yes. Did you ever have an emo or scene phase? Yes. Name a subject you know a lot about. Meerkats. How would you describe your style? Too-Poor-To-Dress-Goth-So-Wears-Band-Merch-And-Graphic-Tees-Instead. What’s something most people love that you hate? Coffee. Who knows the most about you? Sara. Applesauce or pudding? Pudding. If you could create ANY mix-up or mythical animal and have it be brought to life, what would it be? I think I've mentioned a meerkat with butterfly wings before? Or bird wings? Describe a moment that is a prominent memory, but didn’t have a strong impact on your life. Uhhhh there's a lot. One random one would be learning to ride my bike. If there was one problem/issue you could wipe off the face of the earth, what would it be? Ohhhhhhhhhh god, there's so much. Maybe poverty? Do you think everyone in our lives serves a purpose, or are some people just there? In the story of your own life, no, not everyone. How do you feel about getting your picture taken? I hate it. Most embarrassing poster you’ve ever owned? Never owned one I was embarrassed by. When was the last time you were in a public setting and a stranger annoyed you? I'm not sure. Strangest pet peeve? Probably how much I hate people going in/out the wrong door. If you could make a guest appearance in ANY show, which one would you choose? Uhhhh Supernatural, maybe? Who do you think is the most underrated comedian? I don't know enough comedians for this, nevermind less successful ones. Do you always make eye contact with people when you’re speaking to them? No; this is something I'm super awkward about. I don't know how long "normal" eye contact is, so I think it's very easy to notice how, when talking to you, my eyes will suddenly wander. Could you see yourself having a child with the last person you kissed? We physically can't. We both don't want kids, anyway. Who is your favorite person to have random conversations with? SARA. When you were small, did you ever ask where babies came from? If you did, do you remember what your parents told you? I think I did, but I don't remember. What’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever been given? That I was/am "absolutely beautiful" and deserve "everything in the world." Who did you have your first kiss with? How did you meet that person? Jason. We "met" via Facebook because I accepted his friend request because I thought he was a different Jason lmao. Apparently he saw me in the hall and knew he had to talk to me so somehow found out my name. Which. I still want to know how. I've come to find how creepy our origin story is lol. Have you felt butterflies in your stomach today? No. Did anyone/anything get on your nerves today? No. Think of the person you fell the hardest for. What first attracted you? I don't know which I fell hardest for, honestly... because one was to an unhealthy degree, but my bond with Sara is healthy. I know I'm closer with her than I was Jason, but I guess by definition I still "fell hardest" for him? In that case, I thought he was really unique, even odd, which I appreciated. Has anyone recently found out something you didn’t want them to know? I got to where I told my therapist about the RP hobby, per Mom's and Sara's recommendations. I'm trying to work towards not being so secretive and embarrassed by what I love, so I very slowly got it out to her as practice and as a trust exercise. Is there something you currently want, that you can’t have? HA, there's a lot. A drawing tablet, for one. Who was the last person to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable? LAAAAAAAAAAAAAWL. Probably the last person I had a social interaction with that wasn't my mother. Think of the last film you watched. Who was your favorite character in it? Buddy (Elf). What color is your couch? Tan. What are you known for? Probably as the unsuccessful, antisocial, lazy 23-year-old that still depends on her mother. Has anyone ever threatened you? Yes. Have you ever been scammed? I don't think so? Are you making sure you’re using your full potential? Boy, I try, but I know I don't. If you have a partner, have you ever had to sleep in separate beds? If you don’t, how would you feel if a future partner wanted separate beds? We're long-distance so like. It'd be a bummer, but that's it; I understand wanting comfort, and even I know sleeping on your own is comfier. I'm just a cuddler and would sacrifice comfiness for the sake of physical closeness. What is something you are skeptical about? People’s intentions. <<<<<< This. Is there a murder case you find absolutely fascinating? I'm sure there's some I've forgotten. What is an unusual item somebody you know owns? Ummmm. OH HA Sara keeps the complete/"good" sheds of the snakes in her room. What’s the oldest TV-show you like? When was it made? I Love Lucy, 1951. If you have a job, do you prefer morning shifts or evening shifts? N/A, but I know I'd prefer morning. Do you have a mug with your name/initials on it? No. Have you ever designed your own mug? No. Is there a game that you excel in? A number. Have you ever been in a row boat? No. What are you most confident about? Most insecure about? Ummm... probably photography, I guess? I'm most insecure about "odd" interests and hobbies. When are you most likely to say something you don’t mean? When I'm angry. When was the last time that you saw fire? I'm not sure. Probably while lighting a match to burn some incense. Do you like wearing sunglasses? Why or why not? No. I don't like my vision being dimmed. What do you think in general of girls with short hair? Rock it. How about guys with long hair? Usually attractive to me. Have you ever seen somebody get shot? No. Would you ever try one of those DNA kits? Totally. With films in languages you do not speak, do you prefer a dub or subtitles? It depends if the voiceovers are convincing or not. Generally, I like those because subtitles distract me. Which cuisine do you like the least? That I've tried, Japanese. Are there any foods you dislike because of the texture? YEAH. LOOOOOTS. Do you let your pets sleep in your bed? Yes, except Bentley. Who are your favorite songwriters? Otep Shamaya probs tops the list. What are your favorite one-hit wonders? YO "My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit is a BOP. Have you ever seen anybody naked by accident? Maybe? Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about a celebrity? ... lol yes. Have you ever changed your clothes in the car? Yeah. About how quickly does your hair grow? UGH, fast. Because I have it short now, it's overgrown in like, two months. It looks awful where it is now, but I should be getting it cut this month. Do you have to/choose to shave anything unusual? Fuck "have to." No one has to shave anything if they don't want to. But anyway, I suppose you can consider above my lip "unusual." Much to my annoyance, I have dark body hair so develop the dreaded "ladystache" if I leave it alone for too long. Do you groom (wax, pluck, or thread) your eyebrows? No. If you wear makeup, what are your preferred brands? N/A Did your school have somewhere for girls to get emergency pads/tampons? Yes, but for a bit of change. Fucking stupid. Did you have to take showers after gym before going to your next class? No. Were you in any extracurricular activities or clubs in high school? I was in the art and honors club, but we didn't do after-school activities. Have you ever picked up and kept a rock because it caught your eye? I think. Have you ever laughed at a scene (TV/film) that wasn’t meant to be funny? Ha, I'm sure. Have you seen any Hannibal movies other than The Silence of the Lambs? I haven't even seen that, but I want to. I know it's a classic and have heard great about it from horror fans. Have you read any of the Hannibal novels? No. Do you like any indie movies? Probably. What part of a man’s body do you find most attractive? I'm suuuuch a sucker for prominent shoulder blades/moderately muscular backs. What part of a woman’s body do you find most attractive? I'm weak for hips. Do you think guys look good in makeup? YO most I see doing it fucking rock that shit. I deeply respect guys who embrace their more feminine traits. Do you like using clay and/or peel-off masks for skincare? No. Do you like bread crust on pizza or do you prefer it cut off? Mmmmm love it. Have you ever driven while drunk/intoxicated? No, absolutely never would. What’s the worst/hardest drug you’ve taken? N/A What is the worst/hardest drug you’ve been offered, but declined to partake in? Nothing. If you’ve ever tried drugs or alcohol, what was your reason for trying it? I was just curious about how it tasted and knew a bit wouldn't hurt me. Do you think you could ever have an abortion if you expectantly turned pregnant? The only way that could currently happen is if I was raped, and I don't know what I'd do. I lean towards carrying it would probably be legit traumatizing to me so yes, but I suppose I'd have to be in that situation (knock the fuck on wood) to truly know. What is the weirdest ailment a pet of yours/your family’s has sustained? Ummm. The weirdest... probably the intestine thing that killed Cato. I can't remember precisely, but I believe it was some type of infection that completely clogged him. Maybe even a disease. If you were far from home and needed to sleep for the night, would you choose to rent a crappy hotel room for $60 or sleep in your car for free? In the car. Is there a situation you caved into peer pressure and regretted it? Maybe? Have you ever been in a relationship that was going great, and then suddenly something weird happened and you just KNEW it was going to be over soon? That happened with Jason. I had this odd feeling something was off for a little while. He was quieter and seemed somewhat depressed, which was totally unlike him. I even asked him quite a bit if something was wrong, but he always reassured me he was fine. Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? lul we knooooow. Do you know anyone who is engaged? Yes. Do you know anybody who is pregnant? Yes. I'm going to one's baby shower next month! What is your relationship status on Facebook? Taken. Would you be able to name everyone you’ve kissed? Yeah. Last person you watched a movie with? Sara, her dad, and I think her mom and one brother was with us? Who has the power to break you? I honestly hope no one anymore, at least not entirely. But Sara comes the closest. Favorite “little kid” movie? TLK. What are you listening to? WoW's Grizzly Hills music. :') Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Sara. Or Mom. It depends on the subject. Do you find smoking unattractive? Very. I think it says something about how much you care for your health. Have you ever just laid down outside and stared at the stars? Yup. Has anyone ever asked you if you were bipolar? I don't believe so. What was the last thing you looked up on Google? Types of rat cancer for that pet ailment question. We don't know with certainty, but that's likely what killed Tezzeret, brain or eye cancer or something like that. Do you lose interest in someone quickly? If you do something stupid, ha, bye. I can lose interest very fast but also slowly. Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone? Yes. Does your password have to do with a boy/girl? No. Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? Yes. Think back to last year. Who did you like? Sara. How did you meet the last male you called? He's my dad so like- Ever been kissed on the leg? Maybe? What was the last thing you ate? Ham, cheese, and mustard on wheat bread. If you HAD to kiss someone right now, who would it be? Sara. Who was the last person you rode in the car with? Mom. Name some things you love about winter? NOT HOT AS FUCK, snow, frost, gingerbread, chocolate-covered peanuts, I can walk outside without worrying about ticks, my birthday, hot chocolate, looking at Christmas lights/decorations, nice tree designs, Christmas itself... I just love winter. Last person to hear you cry? Probably Mom. How do you feel about your relationship status? I love it. Only thing that could make me happier is if we weren't long-distance. Is it possible to be JUST friends with someone you wanna be with? I dunno. Have you ever been given roses? Yes. Would you ever sky dive? I don't think so. Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your own bed? Sara's bed. If you dated someone that someone else liked, would you rub it in their face? Uh no, I'm an adult. Have you received a text message that made you cry? Yes. What do you think of your country’s education system? If you could change it, what would you do? WOULD YOU LIKE AN ESSAY????????????? I'd change a fucking load of things. If you could move out of your home country permanently, would you? If so, where would you go? No. Is there a celebrity that everyone else seems to love, but you find totally overrated? Why is it that you don’t like them? I'm not in a place to really answer this; I'm not knowledgeable of almost any celebs' lives. Think back to the last time you got really angry. Do you think your anger was justified, or did you act in an over the top way? It was fucking justified. If you could volunteer for any charity, which one would you choose? Do you think it’s more important to help humans, or are animal and environmental charities equally important? Probably one for the environment as far as volunteer work. We're absolutely annihilating our one and only home, and if we don't collectively get our shit together as a species, we're gone. I think both are equally important. Do you have any allergies? If not, what do you think the worst thing to be allergic to would be? Pollen. I think the worst of the ones I know would be any deathly-allergic food, especially those that there are traces of in many foods. What do you think of the term plus-sized in modeling? It is it empowering or demeaning? It's demeaning in its name. Just use "modeling" as the term. "Plus size" just makes it sound as if you're not a "perfect" model. Do you prefer holidays where you relax, or actually do things? Mmm, depends on my mood, honestly. Do you think you are ready to be on your own (have your own home, job, etc.)? No. Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive? Totally. Do you sleep in a bra? I feel very sorry for anyone who does. Has your ex ever gone out with someone close to you? No. Can you suggest someone funny on YouTube? Personally find Game Grumps or Shane Dawson the funniest people on there. Sprite or Mtn. Dew? I hate Sprite, so. Has anyone close to you ever been suicidal? Yes. What is the 10th picture in your phone/camera of? A picture of Roman as a kitten. :') Are you friends with someone who’s autistic? My niece is, if she counts. Has anyone ever walked in on you having sex? No. Have you ever had a Bic Mac? No. I don't like lettuce on burgers. What’s your favorite part about the holidays? Seeing how excited my niece and nephew are. How old is your television? Idk exact years, but we had it before the divorce, so it's been a while. Would you ever dye your hair an unnatural color? BITCH I always want my hair an unnatural color. Have you ever been to the zoo before? Yes. If you’re reading a book, what page are you currently on? N/A How many online accounts do you have? Or have you lost count? I've definitely lost count. Have you ever been to a convention? (comic, YouTube, etc.) A reptile one. Have you ever done a first aid course? No. Has anyone ever compared you to someone you don’t like? No, I don't think so. Do elevators freak you out? Yes. How do you find new music to listen to when you want it? YouTube recommendations or Spotify. What is the biggest difference between you and your best friend? OUR FEELINGS TOWARDS MEDICATION. YOU NEED IT SOMETIMES BABE. What is something most people are turned on by but you’re not? Penises in general. I'm still bi, but seeing a dick is just. Ugh they're just hideous to me okay. Is there anything you wish you had done with a current/previous significant other? No. Well, I'm curious how actually deep sex would feel, so I guess I kinda wish Jason and I went that far, especially now that I'll probably never have actual intercourse again, but. Oh well. What are the top three qualities that draw you to a new person? Charismatic, caring, and respectful. What job would you be terrible at and what job would you be good at? Anything dealing with customers; exposing animals to healthy human contact. Do you think that forgiveness is mandatory to move on from something? I think so, to fully move on. Name three things you would buy if you had the money to buy them? A PS4, drawing tablet, totally new and better camera. If you could have a video of one event in your life, what would the video be? Sara's reaction to seeing me in her room on her birthday. Her face was the most priceless thing ever. What did you think was cool when you were younger? Light-up shoes lmao. Who do you wish you could back into contact with and why did you stop in the first place? Megan. She lied about just about everything in her life for pity. When I finally called her out, she was so upset with herself that she like, fell off the face of the earth. Have you ever had a dream of stabbing someone? No, but rather Dad trying to stab me. What’s the most bizarre Horror movie you’ve ever seen? Idk off the top of my head. Would you ever take a Lie Detector test for your significant other? No, but only because I find them as bullshit. Especially as someone with anxiety, I'd be so scared of something showing as a "lie" to remain calm. Plus, a question may just prompt a memory or thought in you that shows up on the test or whatever but isn't related to lying, stuff like that. Ever had a forbidden love or lover? No. Do you like canopy beds? YES. I WANT ONE. If you could summon any animal to come to your rescue, what animal would it be and why? Ummm maybe a bear? They're tanks and super dangerous with their claws, teeth, and muscles.

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yminie · 7 years ago

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waking temptation | (m)

pairing: Hoseok x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Namjoon x Reader genre/warnings: pure smut, daddy!kink, sir!kink, multiple partners, hints at ot7, rough, explicit, cum play, spanking, brief face slapping, double penetration, brief use of demeaning names, brief orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, hints at negative subspace. words: 6404 summary: Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon are home, and you’re not asleep anymore.

a/n: Here we go! Part II to sleeping temptation (link below). I definitely recommend reading in order. Please heed the warnings found above and be warned: there’s no real happy ending in this chapter, I’m sorry!

sleeping | waking | sweeter | breaking

The buckle of Hoseok’s belt hit the carpeted floor with a heavy thud and you flinched slightly, staring back at him as he approached where you were on the lounge. The closer he came, the smaller you could feel yourself become, your shoulders hunching automatically and your hands folding in your lap under his dominant gaze. This was completely different to Yoongi’s sense of dominance over you, as his soft spot for you often allowed you to get away with light defiance, but that wasn’t the way things worked with Hoseok.

Some where in the back of your mind you vaguely registered Jimin and Yoongi backing off, disappearing into the darkness around your tunnel vision and you were completely defenceless under his aura.

“Where are you meant to be, pet?” He came to a stop in front of you, dark eyes locked solely on yours, and you automatically assumed his expected position on the floor. Your knees were pillowed slightly on the plush carpet and you sat back on your heels, now kneeling in front of him with your head tilted down until you could just see the toes of his boots tapping in front of you, trying to ignore the screaming ache in your inner thighs.

You jumped lightly when his fingers slipped into your hair, brushing the sleep and sex mussed strands back from your face. His palm slipped from the top of your head to the underside of your chin, tilting you just enough that your eyes now settled on the button of his tight leather jeans. You steeled yourself, trying to hide the automatic flinch you gave when he tapped his fingers against your cheek none-too-lightly. “Look at me.”

You don’t hesitate in lifting your gaze to meet his, sensing the tension in his voice and gauging that any hesitation on your part would only fare in making him more aggravated. His whole hand was cupping your jaw now, curling around your chin firmly and forcing you to keep your eyes locked with his. You can vaguely see Taehyung moving behind him, probably taking his shoes off with the way he was leant down, and it wasn’t long before he came to settle himself on the couch behind you, paying you no mind as he relaxed into the cushions.

Hoseok picks up on your slight attention focus on his dongsaeng, squeezing your chin almost painfully between his fingers and feeling a strange sense of pride in the way you barely react past a slight tense in your jaw from gritted teeth. “Focus, pet.” You bore your eyes into his, assuring him silently that you aren’t paying attention to anything other than him, and when he’s satisfied with your concentration, he releases your chin to grab the waistband of his jeans, fingers flicking the button open with ease.

He can see in your expression that you want to watch the way he tugs the waxy fabric down this thighs, cock semi hard and starting to leak onto the dark cotton of his underwear, but he knows that you know there’s no way to watch and still get what you want. Hoseok doesn’t hesitate in pulling his length free, a careless hand grabbing at his balls as it springs forth towards you, just out of reach of your mouth but close enough that your tongue could reach if he’d let it.

He strokes over his cock for a moment, smugly watching your eyes twitch almost imperceptibly with your inner struggle to only look at his face when one of your favourite things is teasingly placed right in front of you. You continue to watch his face, using all your willpower to focus solely on his eyes, but when he shuffles towards you slightly, you automatically open your mouth, the tip of his cock gently brushing across your parted lips, and you don’t have to catch the look in his eyes know you’ve made a mistake.

The slap he delivers to your cheek isn’t nearly as hard as it sounds, the clap of his fingers against the flesh ringing not only through the room but in your ears as well. It stings for a moment before dulling in to an almost pleasurable hum on your skin, heat blooming across the small welt left behind. Your lips snap closed as your eyes flutter, refocusing back on his as you hunch further in place, shoulders nervously closing in with the feeling of failure as you await his reprimand.

“Did I tell you to open your mouth, girl?” He sneers down at you, hand against your head tangling in the strands of your hair and pulling until your back is forced to arch and you’re sat ramrod straight in front of him once more. He wants you to stay like that; it makes your tits look good.

He isn’t satisfied with the minute headshake you give him, crouching down to your level and relishing in the way your eyes widen in alarm. It’s not often he comes down to your level, and it usually doesn’t end well for you, but his goal isn’t to punish in this moment, he just likes the cute way your eyes stare at him when you get scared.

“Didn’t I ask you a question, pet?” You lick the dryness from your lips hesitantly, gulping down a mouthful of spit, and you attempt to speak but find nothing comes out; traces of cum and spit sickeningly stuck in your throat, and your throat sounds raw when you try to clear it.

“Yes, sir.” His head tilts to the side curiously, hand in your hair dropping to cup the side your neck, and continues to watch you flounder for the right words to say. “No, you didn’t tell me to open my mouth. I’m sorry, sir.” His hand pats your reddened cheek gently, eyes boring into yours.

“What kind of girl opens her mouth to a cock without permission?”

“A-A needy slut, sir.” Amusement fills his gaze and he hums, a smile stretching across his lips as he stands once more, placated by your response.

“And what do needy sluts get?” You swallow thickly once more, staring up at him with fear swimming in your eyes; you don’t know the answer he wants, and you’re struck with shock at the way you’re caught off guard.

He grows impatient with your lack of response, nostrils flaring as his frustration spikes, and he squeezes your cheeks between thumb and fingers until your lips are pouted. “Open. Wide.”

You follow his requested immediately, mouth open wide and head tilted, and he grips his cock; swiftly pushing his hips forward until the tip is settled in your mouth, sitting heavily on your tongue.

“Needy sluts get what Taehyung?” He growls, not lifting his gaze from the precum settling on your tongue.

“A cock in their throat, hyung.” Tae’s voice is calm and even behind you, sounding relaxed enough you would believe he was falling asleep. You blink up at Hoseok carefully, waiting for him to move with your hands flat against your thighs, the perfect picture of innocent obedience if it weren’t for the hint of saliva shining at the corners of your lips.

“A cock,” he speaks as he thrusts, pushing deep into your mouth until he hits the very end and triggers a surprised gag from you, spit spilling from your mouth now to trail down his remaining length and coat your chin, “in their throat.”

He’s fucking your mouth now, hips pulling back almost entirely before pushing his cock in as far as it will go, and the force behind them pushes him deeper each time until you can feel your throat spreading open for him. He isn’t holding anything back, holding you firm by the back of your throat as he uses you solely for his pleasure. Tears pouring from your eyes join the spit dripping off your chin and you’re not looking up at him anymore, eyes squeezing closed and hands fidgeting to push him away, grab his thighs, anything; anything to make the pain stop.

You’re nearly ready to use your safe signal when he pulls back, cock red raw and dripping with a mixture of spit and precum, and you can feeling the uncomfortable stickiness of the same mixture covering the front of you. He’s grasping the base of his cock, stroking himself gently and gathering the wet mess in his palm before using the slick on his hand to wipe your face, foully spreading it across your cheeks as you cough and pant, releasing the painful hold you have on your own thighs and feeling the crescent marks they leave in their wake as you lean slightly away from his hand.

Your small defiance makes his eyes flash with anger but he doesn’t have time to comment on it, your spine stiffening as you hear the commotion in the doorway, unable to focus with the tears still burning your eyes and you attempt to clear them as quickly as you can, the backs of your hands dragging across them to draw the moisture away.

Namjoon’s bag sounds heavier than it looks as it hits the ground, his dark gaze set only on you as you shiver in place, sweat dampening your hair and your wet cheeks shining under the dim light. He’s slow to approach, bare feet padding almost silently across the floor, and he pauses halfway to bend down, seeking out Hoseok’s discarded belt from the floor and you find yourself whimpering again, even the little noise feeling too harsh on your abused throat and encouraging you to be silent.

Hoseok reluctantly moves from your line of sight, allowing your frazzled attention to be solely on Namjoon as he get closer and closer until he’s directly in front of you, the smell of his cologne like a cloud around you and settling the nerves bubbling in your stomach.

“Fetch me a damp towel from the bathroom please Hoseok-ah.” His voice is low and composed, gaze lifting expectantly to watch Hoseok’s back as he obeys, disappearing into the hallway momentarily. When he’s out of sight, Namjoon looks back down at you and his hand not holding the belt reaches out to stroke the top of your head.

“Oh, princess.” He regards the mess on your face with a cool disinterest masking the little flame of heat in his eyes. While he would never make you his messy on his own, there’s a dark little place inside him that loves to see you this way. “What a mess he made of you.”

His eyes glance down to the dark patch of carpet beneath you, Hoseok returning with the requested towel before settling himself on the couch. You feel a tinge of embarrassment at your current state, dishevelled and messy compared to the three attractive men in the room, and your cheeks warm with a blush; the cheek Hoseok had slapped smarting from the heat.

Namjoon crouches in front of you, towel spread in his hands, and proceeds to clean you up, soaking up the slick on your thighs and stomach first, holding the air of a mother bathing a child about him. You watch him silently; body relaxing under his care, although you doubt you could have spoken properly if you tried.

He finally wipes your face, relieving your cheeks and chin from the horribly sticky feeling, before discarding the towel to the side and holding your chin, his thumb stroking over the welts on your cheek. His gaze darkened and he shot Hoseok a warning look; no one is meant to mark your face.

“You’d better hope these marks go away tonight.” He growls, and though you cant see the expression on Hoseok’s face, you can tell by his silence he’s heeded the underlining threat, and once Namjoon is satisfied with his response, his entire focus is on you once more. “Princess?”

“Yes daddy?” Your voice is broken and squeaky, and he’s quick to shoot another look at Hoseok, hand stroking across your neck as though to repair the damage.

“What did daddy tell you this morning?” Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him in confusion, and you have to think hard for a moment before your eyes are widening in alarm and you’re scrambling for what to say.

“You- I- You told me not t-to–” He raises his eyebrows as you grow more flustered, the idea of more punishment at the forefront of your mind and sending shockwaves of fear down your body. You force yourself to take a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth, attempting to settle your beating heart. “You told me you had plans for us – you and me.” He hums, standing before you and hooking his hands under your arms to pull you to shakily stand, legs wobbling like newborn deer; and it was strangely endearing to watch.

“And when were we meant to leave for those plans?” His stern voice makes goose bumps spread across your skin, all the hairs standing on end.

“W-when you got h-home.” He frowns.

“Stop stuttering, breathe baby.” You nod, following his request and taking a few more breaths as he strokes your hair from your face, fingers untangling the knots from Hoseok’s hands at the ends of your hair gently. “If you knew all this, then why have I come home to find you all dirty and the complete opposite of ready?” you wither under his gaze, face dropping until your forehead hits his chest. You’re vaguely thankful that he’s being so lenient on you, even though you’re completely aware that he’s only treating you nicely right now because of Hoseok, and the angry heat in his eyes tells you it’s only a matter of time until his real emotions come out to play.

“I’m sorry daddy, Jimin-oppa and Yoongi-oppa–” Namjoon tuts and cuts you off with a hand under your chin to force you to look up at his intense stare once more.

“Don’t go blaming them.” Your mouth gapes and you stammer for a moment. “You were asleep on the couch, were you not?” You shut your mouth abruptly; already having forgotten the video Yoongi had sent the boys. You were caught out, plain and simple, and you knew you’d have no choice other than to accept the punishment he would give you. “Don’t you dare try and lie to me, princess.”

“I’m not daddy. Sorry, daddy.” Your eyes have dropped, a blush warming the apples of your cheeks sweetly and he sighs loudly, turning you to walk to the couch and it’s the first time you’ve seen Tae since his initial entrance to the room. He’s draped across one corner of the lounge suite, legs spread out in front of him and his white button down popped open at the top, the smooth caramel skin of his chest peeking out and a glittering silver necklace completing the look. He is visual perfection and he distracts you for a moment before you’re brought back to current issue at hand.

Namjoon settles himself between the two boys, enough space on the couch to still allow room on either side of him, and his grip on your arm turns harsh as he pulls you down into his lap. He doesn’t allow you any time to adjust yourself, yanking you across his legs until you’re laying across his lap, one of his legs hooked over yours to hold them down and your head almost laying in Taehyung’s lap.

Joon’s hand strokes across your ass gently, and as you’ve already guessed, the clink of the belt buckle makes your fate obvious and you’re nibbling on your lower lip with nerves, already having experienced a belt in the past and knowing you’ll be struggling for the next few days.

The belt is laid across your lower back, the cold buckle biting into your quickly warming skin, and Namjoon’s hand settles on the curve of your back, stroking you gently in an effort to help your stiffened frame relax slightly. He clears his throat before he speaks this time, ensuring you can hear him loud and clear.

“I’m going to spank you until I see fit, you are allowed to make noise but you’re not to attempt to stop me at any point other than a safe word. What is your safe word, princess?” You swallow thickly, head hovering just above Tae’s thigh and when you lift your head you see he’s already smiling gently down at you, hand resting just over his crotch but unmoving.

“Red, daddy.” Your voice wavers and you quietly clear your throat, bruised lip complaining as you dig your teeth into it once more.

“Good. Do you understand why I’m spanking you, princess?” You nod.

“Because I forgot about the plans you made for us.” He hums, his grip tightening on your waist.

“And is that responsible? Does that show me you’re a big girl?” You shake your head, the disappointment in his voice making your heart ache. They treated you so well, you were want for nothing in their care, and the thought that you had disappointed Namjoon of all people – the first boy within the group you’d ever been involved with – made you feel all the more disappointed in yourself.

“No, daddy.” Your voice was quiet, full of your emotions as you tried to stop them from taking over. He paused for a moment, ensuring you weren’t already crying, but when he heard no further evidence of your sadness, he continued.

“I’m going to begin now, sweetheart.” He doesn’t wait for you to nod, hand stroking the soft curve of your ass before lifting from the skin, the moment hanging silently in the air until the clap of his first hit reverberates around the room. You made no noise past a slight huff of breath and that signalled him to continue, the gentle hand on your back turning firm as he held you in place and lifted his palm to hit you again.

A minute or so passes, and you’re still fine with the hits he’s raining across your skin. The vibration of his palm against your ass doing nothing to discomfort you, in fact; it’s doing the opposite.

The force behind his hits shakes right through to your core, pleasure spiking along with the heat rising to the surface, the curve of your ass covered in pink splotches and light marks from his fingers. He’s warming you up, using his hand to begin with, and you can feel sweat starting to dampen the back of your neck, hair sticking to the humidity of your skin.

He pauses for a moment, hands caressing across the pink marks and gripping your cheek, pulling it to the side to reveal your leaking slit. You could feel the wetness building gradually with each hit, and it was only a matter of time before he noticed. “You seem to be enjoying this a little too much sweetheart.”

Your forehead had come to rest against Tae’s thigh over time and when you lift it to glance back at Namjoon you come to realise what had been a slight bump under his hand was now a solid outline of his hardened cock. You drag your eyes away from his length, catching his grin in the corner of your eye and look back to Namjoon just in time for him to pick the belt up off your back, the black woven leather looking dark and threatening in his hand. The weave would make patterns against your skin over time and you could see the barely hidden excitement in both Namjoon’s eyes and Hoseok’s beyond him.

“I’m going to step up your punishment now, but seeing as you’ve already received such undeserving pleasure from my hand, why don’t you help Taehyung out while I do it.” The belt is folded in half once in his palm and you swallow nervously, head turning back to Taehyung with wide eyes.

His grin doesn’t weaken, staying just as bright and excited as he pulls the waist of his long baggy pants down to let his cock slip free. Taehyung has one of the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen, and the way it’s standing tall in front of your face is intimidating. Nevertheless, you open your mouth as he shuffles closer to you, hand under your chin to help line up his length with your lips.

The tip of his length slips past your lips and onto your tongue just as hands grasp your legs, and it makes you jump, lips almost pulling away from the cock in front of you, but Tae’s hand forbids it, keeping you in place as he lifts his hips to slide further into your mouth. You’re guessing it’s Hoseok’s hands on your calves as Namjoon’s still caressing your back and ass, the rough stroke of leather tickling the insides of your thighs, and it’s then that you realise the hands on your legs are to hold them down, and as the first lift of the belt comes, you know why.

The sting fucking hurts, you can feel the blood in your ass immediately rushing to the surface to form a welt, and your legs are already battling Hoseok’s hold, trying to bend at the knees and give you a chance at lifting your hips away from Namjoon’s grip. Both boys behind you grab you with a growl, holding you firmly in place, and between the two of them you know you have no choice but to obey. Once he senses your acquiescence, Namjoon lifts the belt once more, hitting you again but this time its lower –closer to your thighs– and you know he’s trying to bruise you as a reminder.

Being hit with the belt at such close range leaves less room for force behind the hits, but that doesn’t mean that prolonged exposure to the leather strip wont end up aching just as much.

All your focus is being poured into the feeling of Taehyung thrusting past your lips, trying your hardest with each alternating hit not to let your teeth grip the delicate skin of his cock, and you’re staring up at him as he moans and sighs in pleasure above you, the hand still under you chin stroking your face tenderly. This isn’t Taehyung’s scene, and he doesn’t usually participate in punishments; but who is he to pass up a chance at getting his cock sucked?

Your ass is on fire, and you’re thanking whatever deities above that Namjoon hadn’t asked you to keep count; you’d forgotten how many hits you’d received the minute the belt started hitting your skin. Your cries are muffled around Taehyung’s cock settled deep in your mouth and you’re too far gone to even move your head, his hips pushing up to do the work for you. Your nose is running and tears are dripping from your chin again, your back and legs aching from the tense state the inconsistent hits were leaving you in.

One hit would be at the top of your ass and the next would be on your thigh, overlapping old hits and increasing the pain level until everything comes to a stop, Taehyung pulling from your mouth, Hoseok releasing your legs along with the clink of the belt hitting the carpet; he was done.

Your cries don’t cease, breathless sobs wracking your chest as you’re flipped against the couch, now laying on your back as Taehyung approaches you with the towel, dabbing at your face sweetly and smiling down at you in reassurance, his hand stroking your head. You can hear Namjoon’s heavy panting from your side, a sure sign of his exertion and arousal. Any kind of spanking worked him into a frenzy and he often lost himself in the way someone’s skin could bloom all shades of pink and red and blue under his hands – you had a safe word for a reason.

He stands from the couch, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gulps down a breath, running his hands through his hair and sitting himself down on the ottoman Yoongi had been using earlier.

The fire in his stare suggests he’s not finished with you, and you force yourself into some semblance of composure, which is slightly easier with the way Hoseok is massaging your calves gently. The spanking would have been enough for him, all his frustration dealt with just by watching the way you had reacted.

“Sit her up.” The three of you look over at Namjoon in surprise, the sudden order catching you all off guard. This is normally the stage where you would be given aftercare, held and petted until you were finished stabilising your emotions from the punishment. Yet still, you obeyed, using Hoseok’s hands to help you kneel in place, head spinning from the blood rushing to all different areas of your body. Your body swayed slightly but both boys were there to catch you, straightening you and holding you in place until they were sure you wouldn’t fall. “Get on Hoseok-ah’s lap princess.”

You do as you’re told, straddling Hoseok and holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself up. You were exhausted, the multiple orgasms from earlier and now the spanking, you were ready for another nap; but the submissive inside you was determined to get through any punishment left. Hoseok holds you to his chest, hands on your waist and face watching your expression carefully. Your ass was red raw and the texture of his jeans was painfully uncomfortable but you sat yourself down anyway, wincing at the ache.

“Fuck her.” Hoseok’s eyes are wide when his head whips to Namjoon, protest in his eyes.

“Namjoon, she can’t-”

“Did I stutter?” The room is silent save the brush of fabric behind you as Taehyung fidgets uncomfortably. “You can take it, right princess?”

All eyes are on you once more, and no matter how nervous the idea makes you, you’re also equally –if not more– stubborn, determined to get through it. “I can take it.”

Hoseok’s sigh is filled with reluctance, but he trusts you at the end of the day. Lifting you slightly, he connects his lips to yours as he grips his cock once again, pumping himself until he’s fully hard before using the same hand to stroke over your folds, seeking out the little patch of slick pooled at your entrance.

You’re humming at his gentle touch, pleasure blooming in your stomach and making it a little easier to ignore the throbbing in your backside. You can feel the heat of Taehyung behind you before his hands land on your skin, gliding up your sides and around your front to cup your breasts and stroke over your hardening nipples. Hoseok’s finger dips into your entrance and your pussy swallows the digit eagerly, your earlier arousal returning and blooming under the attention both boys are giving you, Hoseok’s lips sweet against yours and Taehyung’s soft against your neck.

One finger soon becomes two and you accept it for a moment before you’re whining for more, you’ve already been fucked today – you don’t need any more prepping. “Please just fuck me.”

Hoseok groans against your jaw where his lips had drifted, his hand moving from your heat to his length and letting the tip graze against you teasingly. His other hand on your hip helps you to ease down over his cock, filling you nicely, and your head tips back to rest on Taehyung’s shoulder. He lifts and drops you again, building his rhythm as you moan and whimper above him, Taehyung’s hands drifting from your breasts to your pussy, feeling the stretch you give around Hoseok’s length, and then finally your clit.

“Don’t let her cum.” You whine louder at Namjoon’s words, not bothering to open your eyes and look at him. Your body is burning from the inside out and the tingle at the base of your spine feels too good to stop, but as Hoseok slows is hips and Taehyung’s fingers are withdrawn back to your nipples, you can only whimper and groan in complaint as the feeling subsides, the beginnings of your orgasm disappearing faster than it came.

“In fact,” Namjoon catches the attention of everybody as he stands, a little bottle of clear liquid spinning in his palm before he’s passing it onto Taehyung, the youngest hesitantly accepting the bottle as he stares up at his hyung, “I want to see both of their cocks inside you princess.” Your eyes widen and everyone freezes. You had yet to do anal, and the idea of starting now – being prepped – was too much.

“I-I, we’ve never- in my-” the dark laugh that bursts forth from Namjoon’s chest has you instantly on edge, and you stare at him patiently in wait.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. Taehyung’s not gonna fuck your ass, he’s gonna join hyung in your pussy.” You shudder violently as his voice washes over you, and although you’re caught off guard, you’re not surprised. He’d been prepping you over the past few weeks to be able to take more than one cock in your pussy, fucking you while spreading you even further with his fingers until he could finally fit a small dildo inside you as well. But Taehyung wasn’t small by any means, and you could already imagine the burn he would leave behind.

“Are-are you sure hyung?” Taehyung’s voice shook. He was nervous, and you knew none of the others were aware of Namjoon’s little experiments with you late at night. “Darling, I don’t think you-”

“I’ll try my best.” You silence Taehyung’s rambling, leaning across Hoseok’s chest and giving Taehyung room to shuffle closer behind you. He moves almost silently, his hesitance tangible, and you try not to jump when you feel the cold slick of lubricant on his fingers graze your –already full– hole.

Taehyung manages to ease one finger inside you with no trouble, the second one almost as easily and then the third with a slight pinch. His fingers are flush against Hoseok’s cock, and you can see the way he starts to pant under you as you grow tighter around him, the clench of your core squeezing him snugly and making his hips twitch, thrusting up into you. Taehyung joins his efforts, following the slow rhythm and letting his long fingers fill you as well, over and over until you’re crying out in pleasure, still halting the flow of your orgasm as best you can.

Slipping his fingers free, Taehyung’s touch disappears momentarily and the click of the bottle lid opening makes you shiver, and when you feel the thick, wet head of his cock slide against your entrance you try your hardest not to tense, breathing deeply as Hoseok murmurs reassurances in your ear that you don’t hear, but appreciate nonetheless.

The head of Tae’s cock is the thickest part of his member, and when it finally slips inside you, its like a rush; the rest of him gliding in as you cry out, tears pricking at your eyes and his arms rushing to holding you around the chest to stop you from falling. It burns so bad, the stretch at the start of your hole excruciating, but the feeling you get once they’re both inside is the most intense thing you’ve ever experienced. You can feel yourself shaking in their arms, blooding pumping white noise in your ears and nothing but blinding white light behind your eyelids. You’re not cumming yet, but you could tell you were going to have a hell of a time stopping yourself from it when they finally started to move.

The thickness of Tae’s length seemed to press the head of Hoseok’s cock directly against your g-spot, the throb of his length right against the sensitive nerve making your head spin, and when he finally moves, thrusting in unison with Tae, you’re forced to bite your lip until blood fills your mouth to stop the scream pushing its way up your throat.

“I-I won’t last long. Fuck, you’re so tight like this!” Hoseok’s moans are high in pitch, breathless and so out of character that you would be amused if you could focus on anything other than not exploding all over him. Tae’s moans deep and melodic behind you as he finds his own pleasure, two sets of hands –but none you can directly identify– grasping at any available patch of skin, one hand on your breast, one grabbing your thigh, one gripping your shoulder and one holding your hip.

There’s so much happening, your head pounding under the intensity of the position you’re in, and you feel yourself start to slip, pussy tightening involuntarily around them as you grit your teeth and pray you can hold off long enough for them to finish. And it’s like a breath of fresh air when Hoseok finally does,

“I’m cumming, fuck!” Normally you would beg for his cum, the picture of perfection as you plead for it; in your mouth, on your face. But you can barely open your eyes let alone form any semblance of speech to help his release, not that he needs it.

The first shot of his cum hits the shallowest part of your pussy, escaping his cock at the start of a thrust and as a result drips from around his length and slides down his balls, but the second burst is released deep inside your core, unmistakingly coating both the inside of your pussy as well as Taehyung’s cock, and the filthy heat of his hyung’s release oozing out of you and around his cock has the younger cumming instantly, helping Hoseok fill you until you’re spilling over them, vulgar noises emitting from your pussy as they ride out their orgasms.

Hoseok pulls out of you first, breathing hard as he recovers, his hands returning to your waist to try and help keep you up, and Taehyung has barely done the same, hushing your whimpers at the emptiness he leaves when he slips out of you, when suddenly you’re being lifted, Namjoon’s arms around your waist and you falling limp against his chest.

He settles you on the couch away from the boys, throwing the towel left there in their general direction for them to use and tidy themselves up before he turns to back you, a pensive look swimming within the heat in his eyes. You’re dazed and lightheaded, but you try your best to focus on him as he leans over you, parting your legs and inspecting your soaked pussy.

Normally you would find his intense, inspecting gaze uncomfortable, but the tiredness in your system let you just lay there silently; returning his stare anytime his eyes met yours.

The hand on your thigh drifts slowly towards your entrance, and when it finally makes contact you’re squirming uncomfortably at the over stimulation. You had been on the verge of cumming for minutes at a time, and any contact with your core makes your tender insides throb and ache. After waiting so long for the chance to cum, you almost didn’t want to.

You’re stretched out to the point of his two fingers barely feeling like they’re filling you, and you’re nervous at the thought that he could probably work his entire hand inside of you after how much you’d been stretched, the idea making you tense momentarily, but relax once more when his two fingers are pulled from you moments later.

His fingers are drenched, shining with the mixture of the boys cum, and you can only imagine what your pussy must look like, still being able to feel the heaviness of their cum deep inside you. His fingers loom closer to your face until he’s stroking them across your lips, prompting them to part and sinking them inside when you comply. The salty bitterness of cum fills your mouth once more and you swallow numbly, accepting his fingers after he dips inside you a second time to retrieve more of the release threatening to spill from you.

Namjoon feeds it to you until he’s satisfied, hands returning to your thighs to push them further apart this time, and before you know it, he’s pulled his cock from his pants, the head sliding into you easier than ever. You’re whimpering in oversensitivity as he tilts his hips to seek out your g-spot, his thumb scooping more of the cum leaking from around his length and using it to glide smoothly over your clit, the intensity of his touch making you jerk and cry out, sore eyes tearing up again as you squeeze him tiredly between your legs.

“You can cum whenever you want, princess.” You faintly hear him say as he thrusts inside of you faster, seeking his release as quickly as possible as you throb and tighten around him. The tears are pouring out of your eyes now as you gasp for breath, head shaking from side to side as the pleasure overwhelms you, his words trigger a chain reaction and you’re cumming, vision going black and body spasming as you scream, unable to muffle the sound as you claw at the pillow above you. But you don’t stop, the orgasm doesn’t stop, your body rushing into overstimulation the longer he presses his thumb to your clit.

You claw at Namjoon’s hand, ripping it away from you in a bid to ease the pain in your core, and you can’t stop the way you tighten further around him until you’re hugging his length and pulling his cum from him, cock releasing more slick to join the rest inside of you as he grunts loudly above you. But while he’s in heaven, you’re in hell, sharp pains shooting through your legs as he swells inside you, and thoughts are rushing to the forefront of your mind.

Horrible, negative thoughts screaming at you, telling you he doesn’t care, he’s only using you for his pleasure, and the blood pumping through your veins is tainted with fear; fear that it’s never gonna stop.

Before you can give a second thought, before your body can calm, and before you can realise it’s over and he’s already above you; shouting your name and trying to coax you from the dark place you’ve disappeared to inside your own head, you’re already crying for help.

“Red, red, RED!”

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